“Dread,” she breathes, reaching for me.
I capture her hands and press them back against the mattress. “Don’t move.”
Before she can protest, I’m spreading her thighs and settling between them. The first swipe of my tongue has her bucking against my face.
“Caleb!” She cries out, then immediately claps a hand over her mouth, remembering her boys down the hall.
I grin against her pussy, loving the way she responds to me. “Gotta be quiet, baby,” I murmur against her slick heat.
She nods, biting her lip as I go back to work, licking and sucking at her clit while my fingers tease her entrance. She’s so fucking wet already, her juices coating my chin as I devour her.
I slide a finger inside her, and she muffles another cry against her hand.
Fuck, she’s tight.
The knowledge that it’s been six years makes me groan against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble on either side of my head. I add a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them to find that spot that’ll drive her wild.
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “Right there.”
I suck her clit into my mouth while my fingers work their magic inside her. Her body tenses, thighs clamping around my ears as she comes apart on my tongue, her juicy cunt pulsing around my fingers.
I don’t let up, working her through every aftershock until she can’t take any more.
Rising up on my knees, I unbuckle my belt and shove my jeans down just enough to free my aching cock. She watches me with wide eyes, her gaze fixed on my length as I stroke myself a few times.
“You want this?” I ask, voice rough with need.
She nods, reaching for me. “God, yes.”
I lower myself over her, bracing my weight on my forearms. My eyes close when reality smacks me in the face.
“What’s wrong?” she whispers.
“Don’t got a condom, baby.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’d planned on us being at the clubhouse tonight, and if by the grace of the Gods things got to this point, I’d take her upstairs to my room. Plenty of rubbers there.
“I’m on the pill. For my periods.”
My eyes fly open, locking on hers. I’ve never been inside a woman bare before. I’ve got a strict rule about that shit.
No glove, no love.
I should get up out of this bed right now and take my happy ass home. But instead I find myself saying, “I’m clean.”
“Me, too.”
That’s all I need to hear. Guiding my cock to her entrance, I push in slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. The feel of her bare pussy around me, hot and tight and so fucking perfect, nearly has me busting a nut.
“Christ,” I grunt, holding still when I’m fully seated inside her. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she adjusts to the stretch. “You too,” she breathes. “So full.”
I start to move, slow and gentle at first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But there’s nothing but pleasure in her eyes as she meets my thrusts.
“Faster,” she urges, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I don’t need to be told twice. I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, deeper. The air mattress beneath us makes a softsqueaking sound with each thrust, but I’m past caring who might hear us.
