My nipple hardens and when she cups my breast fully, I let out a quiet moan.
“So you’re awake,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“I am now.”
Blair chuckles. “Want me to back off and let you rest?” While she says it, her hand slides lower between my legs and I’m getting wet all over again. She has no intention of letting me rest and I couldn’t care less.
“No.” I smile even though she can’t see me. “Two years, remember?” No woman I’ve been with made me feel anything close to this, physically. Not even Andy.
She strokes me while she kisses my neck and I arch my back and tilt my head, moaning softly. My parents will be in bed by now and I don’t want to wake them. Or maybe we already did earlier; time has passed in a blur.
“You have endless stamina,” I whisper, moaning again when she slides a finger up and down my clit. “But I suppose you would have, given you’re a personal trainer.”
Blair’s movements stop for a beat, like she’s suddenly thrown off her game, but then she grabs my shoulder and turns me around onto my back.
“I am indeed.” She drapes herself over me, and her weight on top of me feels so good. “I can go on for days.”
A mischievous smile plays around her lips as she shifts, wedging one leg between my thighs before she starts grinding into me.
I gaspatthesensationofher pussy rubbing against my heat. The friction is incredible, intense in a way that makes my toes curl. Her body moves in sync with mine and she knows exactly how to position herself for maximum pleasure. I reach up to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples as she rocks against me.
A delicious pressure builds with each roll of her hips. My hands find her ass, pulling her closer, urging her to press harder.
"You feel amazing," I gasp, my hips rising to meet hers.
“Shhh….” Blair's eyes are hooded, her lips parted as she watches me beneath her. “Quiet, Boss. We don’t want to wake your parents…”
She increases her pace, and I’m already building toward another climax. I'm so sensitive from before, but somehow I want more of her, want everything she can give me. She’s wet, slippery, like me, and each time she thrusts I have to bite back a moan.
"God, Blair," I breathe, my head falling back against the pillow.
"You like this?" she asks, though she clearly knows the answer from the way I'm moving beneath her.
"Yes," I hiss through clenched teeth, trying to keep quiet. "Don't stop."
Blair starts grinding in tight circles, and I'm right there on the edge. The friction is exquisite torture. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I fight to stay quiet.
"Come with me," she murmurs, her words pushing me even closer. "I want to feel you come apart with me."
I nod because I can’t speak anymore and she gives one last hard and long thrust. The tension snaps, and I'm flying apart,my body convulsing. I bite down on my lip so hard I taste blood, trying to muffle the sounds I'm making.
She climaxes too but doesn't stop, working me through the aftershocks until I'm trembling and oversensitive. Only then does she collapse on top of me, pressing kisses to my cheek.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. A part of me—the part that's still floating in post-orgasmic bliss—wishes this wasn't just for the weekend because I could get used to this. But that's just the endorphins talking. Good sex makes people stupid.
Blair rolls off me eventually, but keeps one leg tangled with mine, like she's not quite ready to let go completely. I stare at the ceiling, at the glow-in-the-dark stars I stuck up there when I was fourteen. They're still glowing faintly, a remnant of when I believed in things that don't fade. I count twenty-one stars before exhaustion finally takes over and sleep pulls me under.
28
BLAIR
Liv is curled into my side, her head on my breast, one leg thrown over mine. Her dark hair is spread across my shoulder, and her breathing is deep and even against my skin.
We're both naked, tangled, and there's something profoundly intimate about this moment—more intimate than the incredible sex we had last night. This quiet morning cocoon feels so real it scares me.
A strange melancholy settles over me as I realize this is our last morning here. Tonight we'll be back in Manhattan, and this entire weekend will become just a memory. The thought bothers me more than it should. When I agreed to this arrangement, I thought it would be a fun distraction, a brief entertainment to break up the monotony of my empty days. I didn't expect to feel... whatever this is I'm feeling now.
Liv presses closer and she nuzzles into my neck.
