“Mmm… come all over my tits, Angel… please.”
The combination of her request, saying my name, and the word please… breaks me. It’s the most intense fucking orgasm of my life, I swear I go blind for a moment. When I open my eyes, she’s sitting back on her heels, playing with my cum which is laced all over her tits.
“Holy shit!”
I’m surprised I’m able to speak any words at all, I’ve never felt anything like this before. She grins up at me, looking so fucking sexy it doesn’t seem real.
Getting head in the shower was fucking amazing, but this, lying in bed with her in my arms, this feels special. I’ve never done it before, but now that I’m here, I know I’m going to want to do it every fucking day.
I had to force myself to ask Elizabeth to put her pajamas on and get dressed myself; not because I wanted to, but I knew that if we got into bed together naked it would lead to more, and we can’t risk being overheard. I’ve got an alarm set so I can make it down to the couch before everyone else wakes up, but for now, having her fall asleep in my arms is all I hoped it would be.
“Are you watching me sleep?” she murmurs.
“Yeah, so what if I am?”
“Creeper,” she chuckles, “tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“I’m thinking about you.”
“Yeah, but what, I want details.”
I don’t even know where to start, talking about what I’m thinking or feeling like this is surreal, but she seems to like it, and I love seeing her smile.
“I’m thinking about how I’ve probably liked you since the first moment I saw you; but I wouldn’t let myself thinkabout you in that way because I thought you were Donovan’s girl.”
She smiles and lets out a happy hum, which spurs me on to keep going, anything to hear that sound again.
“I’m thinking about how happy I am that El Jefe sent me into that closet with you, if he hadn’t, who knows if this would have ever happened,” I say.
“Yeah, we should probably get him a nice bottle of whiskey as a thank you,” she says. “I always thought you were really hot, but I would’ve never made a move or told you in a million years.”
My heart leaps, she always thought I was hot… I mean, I definitely thought she was hot. I chuckle when another thought enters my head.
“What?” she asks.
“Nah, I can’t tell you that one,” I say, kissing her temple, “it’s definitely not PG-13.”
“Really? After what we just did in the shower, you’re worrying about R-rated conversation. Come on, if I have a similar thing, I promise I’ll tell you.”
Well that’s far too tempting…
“Okay, deal. That week after we kissed in the closet, I’d get so fucking hard anytime I thought about you. I was jerking it like a teenager, every morning and night in the shower, you in my mind the entire time.”
She giggles.
“What?” I ask, “too much?”
“Not at all, it was the same for me. Just think, we were probably doing it at the same time, not having any idea that the other one was thinking the same thing.”
“You thought about me and touched yourself?”
“Since we kissed, I’ve thought about you every time.”
Fuck. Her words embolden me, and I need to know more.
“Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself, princess.”
She turns her face into the pillow and groans, “No way, you don’t want to hear all that.”
