I pulled out of him until just my crown was inside, then slowly, slowly, slowly pressed my way deeper, inch by excruciating inch. Dakota’s fingers were squeezing mine so hard he was shaking, and the long, continuous moan that shuddered past his lips was so full of bliss that it pierced through the final cobwebs of sleep and sent me hurtling over the edge.
I bit into his shoulder as I spilled inside him, then collapsed on top of him.
“Fuck,” I said breathlessly.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed, turning his face to the side so he could see me. Or breathe, probably.
I kissed his cheek. “Did you come?”
“Yeah. Like, twice. You, however, took your sweet time. Kept saying you were gonna ruin me, and then just fucked me so gently.” He laughed. “You give it to me slow even in your sleep.”
Good. I was always afraid I’d lose it and get too rough, but every time this happened, he told me I was nothing but a gentleman—emphasis on thegentle.
It was a little chilly in the room, but we were sticky with sweat. I rolled off him, my softening cock slipping from inside him. I looked down at the condom full of my cum.
“I put a condom on?”
Dakota stayed on his stomach and threw his arm across my chest. “No, I did that. With my mouth,” he said with a self-satisfied smirk. “I mean, not all of it, your dick is way too big, but I got it over the tip with my mouth. Then I used my hands.”
“Let’s try that again when I’m awake,” I said, trailing my fingers over his forearm.
“Mmhmm.”
I breathed in his scent, which was no longer smoky, just sweet now that he’d stopped smoking.
I wouldn’t ever tell him, but I was going to miss the smoky scent.
I was going to miss everything about him.
My throat started to tighten up, so I took a deep breath and shut my eyes.
Fuck.
This would be the last time I’d ever wake up like this.
“Come on, let’s go shower,” I said. “You’re gonna be late for class.”
“It’ll be your fault.” He brought one of my hands to his mouth and bit my finger, then slid his tongue around it.
“It definitely won’t,” I said, reluctantly pulling my hand away and pushing him toward the edge of the bed.
He jumped off with a laugh, then grabbed me up and threw me over his shoulder as I shrieked, carrying me into the bathroom and slamming the door behind us.
“What’s this?”I eyed the gold Zippo he was holding out to me.
“I’ve officially quit. I want you to have it.”
Oh, fuck. I’d known he’d stopped but didn’t realize it was official, wasn’t sure if it was for good. God, I was so fucking proud of him.
I jumped up and he immediately caught me and wrapped his arms around my waist as I wound my legs around him and squeezed.
I framed his face with my hands, the affection coursing through me making me feel insanely aggressive.
He was so damn pretty. His face was a gorgeous collection of the most beautiful, distinctive features that I’d never get tired of looking at.
“What the hell am I gonna do with a lighter?” I murmured against his lips.
“Hmm, good question. Light up my life?”
