I moan, biting my lip to try to hold back the sound.
Fuck, he feels so good against me.
His hard cock presses against my thigh, and I shift, straddling him more and more.
So close… If I move another inch.
I settle on top of him, burying my face in his chest as his cock rubs against me. I shiver, my heart already racing. My underwear grows damp with my arousal, and I peek up at him, debating what to do.
Heath is still sound asleep.
My body takes over. I rock against him, gasping as his length slides across my clit.
God, I’m so close already. Just a few more.
I rock against him, trying to go slow, trying to be quiet. My thong is soaked, the sticky fabric rubbing against my clit as I ride him.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my fingers twisting in his shirt as my hips work faster.
I’m panting, my whole body growing hotter and hotter as my hips jerk. Forward and back, forward and back. So close, so, so close.
“Ah!” I cry, my body shuddering as I come apart.
I collapse onto Heath’s chest.
Before I can blink, he rolls me under him.
“I’m sorry!” I cry.
He doesn’t answer. He pins my hands above my head and thrusts against me.
“Oh!” I shout, my fingers twisting with his as he humps me faster.
“So damn hot,” he says against the shell of my ear.
A second later, he growls his release. I lie under him, a wet, achy ball of need.
Heath releases my hands and cages me on the mattress, staring down at me with dark eyes. “Don’t ever apologize for taking what you need, Sienna. Having you grind on top of me is something I'll never complain about.”
“I should have asked first,” I argue, my cheeks burning.
He rolls me back over until I’m straddling him again. “You have my permission to do whatever you want.”
I open my mouth to say what, I don’t know. I’m saved by my phone ringing. Leaping off Heath, I scramble for my backpack.
“Hello?” I answer, turning to stare at Heath.
“Sienna! There you are!” Jem says. “I’ve been texting all morning.”
“Shoot, sorry. I just woke up.”
She chuckles. “Yeah? It was that good, huh?”
“Um, it was… something.”
Heath raises an eyebrow, and I swallow hard.
“I’m just going to…” I point at the door.
