But I don’t stop.
My heart pounds as I hop onto the roof.
Finally.
It feels like it’s been weeks instead of days since I had her riding my face.
My dick twitches. I want to be inside her. Thrusting into her as her warmth wraps around my cock. I’m aching for it. But I’m nervous too.
It’s why I‘ve been holding back.
It’s been five years since I’ve had sex. And I‘m probably a little rusty.
Hell, I came in my pants the first time she rubbed herself against my cock. And that was when we were both still clothed.
I have no idea whether I’ll do any better now.
The idea of disappointing her stings.
I promised to help her—to be the one she could explore with. But now it feels like these are firsts for me too.
Like I’m just a teenager again, fumbling in the dark.
I exhale the nerves and tap on the window. I’m not worried about sex—not tonight. That’s not what she asked for.
She just wants me to watch her. And I can’t wait to see it.
Her startled eyes are wide when she slides the old window up to give me room to climb inside.
“What the hell are you doing?” she whispers.
I grunt as I crawl through the window, which is a lot smaller than I remember it being.
“I was trying to be cute going through your window like I used to,” I say.
“Cute? More like insane.”
I chuckle, running my fingers through my hair. “Admit it. You think I’m at least a little cute.” I hold my thumb and pointer finger an inch apart.
She steps toward me, fingers wrapping around mine to shrink the space between them. “Just a little.”
And then my mouth is on hers without ever making the conscious decision to kiss her. She winds her arms around my neck, and I moan at the feeling of her body pressed against mine like this.
She’s not even naked yet, but I’m already losing control—trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, hands greedy on her ass as I back her toward the bed. It creaks under us, loud enough to earn a warning glare. It emits another loud squeak when I kneel between her thighs.
She shushes me, but her eyes are bright, and her smile is devious—like she loves this, sneaking around, having to be silent.
“Christ, you’re lucky you didn’t tell me you wanted me to fuck you in this bed,” I say, my hand trailing up the tank top she was wearing to bed. “There’s no way I could have been quiet for that.”
“I do want you to fuck me,” she gasps when I find her nipple and swipe my calloused thumb over the tight bud. “Just not here.”
“Where do you want me to fuck you, honey?”
Her laugh is soft and breathless. It’s the sweetest sound I’ll ever hear. “Everywhere.”
I groan. “Damn, Quinnie.”
“Tripp, I’m... fuck. I’m so...”
