“I said, I dare you to…”
He teases me, using his head to tickle my opening. I grab him and try to force him in, but he keeps his hips just out of reach. I bring my hips up.
His eyes are searching mine. “Cecily,” he grunts. “You have no idea how badly I want to.”
“Then stop teasing me,” I plead, bringing my hips up even more.
He gives me some leverage, and I feel the tip of his head press against me. I exhale at the pleasure ripping through my body.
“Will you still be my friend in the morning?” he asks, still testing me.
I nod quickly, frantically, desperately, looking deep into his eyes. “I’ll be the bestest friend you’ve ever fucking had.”
He presses against me slowly, and it feels like my body is cracking open.
“What about a condom, Ce?” he asks. His gaze is still dark, hungry, waiting.
I nod and then shake my head. “I don’t have any.”
He pulls away. “Ce…” His eyes skim the surface of my body.
“I’m on birth control, but I can take the Morning After pill if you want to be extra careful.”
“Morning After?” he asks.
“Yeah. It’s like 99% effective. But if you’re afraid I’m going to get pregnant.” I grab his cock again, pumping him. My insides are salivating at the thought of him. I need him inside of me right now.
“Pregnant?” he says, pressing against me. His forehead rests on mine.
I nod, glancing down at the connection. He slowly presses himself into me as his hand cups my face.
He breathes, “I don’t think that would be so bad. You would be the best mom.”
“What?” I gasp, clawing at his back as he pushes slowly into me. My body is allowing him to slide right in, even though my brain can’t process what he just said. I’m getting wetter by the second because isn’t this the point of sex? To make babies?
“You think so?” I breathe, spreading my legs to allow him in for those next few inches.
He nods. “Whoever you end up with,” he mutters, resting all the way inside me for a moment. “Is a lucky man.”
“You think so?” I gasp, holding onto his broad shoulders.
“I know so. Fuck, look at you.” He leans up, releasing my face. I glance down at the same view. Our bodies are connected. I’m throbbing around him. He’s hard as a rock, filling me whole.God, he feels so fucking good inside me. I clench, bringing my knees together. He holds them, looking down at us together.
I didn’t know he would be so vocal, so open, so communicative during sex. I thought we’d do it and be done. Instead, I’m thinking about my future husband and how I’ll think about this moment forever because Dylan––I moan when he starts moving his hips. He holds my knees in place––Dylan knows that I’m going to live a happy, healthy life. He’s worshipping me for it.
I move my knees to the side, and my hand lands on his abs.
“I’ll be the bestest friend you’ve ever had, too, Ce,” he groans, and my head falls back as he works his hips faster. He plays with my boobs and then grabs my face. “Truth or dare.”
I moan, grabbing onto him. “Truth.”
He starts working his hips harder against me, and I cry out in his face. Pleasure is soaring through my body.
“Do you want to do this again?” he asks. We’re not even done here, but he’s already counting on a next time.
I nod automatically. He’s crazy to think that I wouldn’t do this again. We agreed to be friends that fuck. “We’re definitely doing this again.”
He leans back, watching as he pounds into me. Watching his eyes turns me on further. “I’m going to fucking come. Can I come inside of you?”
