With my legs thrown over his arms and his arms wrapped around my back, he has full control over the speed that he slams into me. He moves faster, sending his cock into me so deep it feels like he’s bruising my lungs.
I’m trying not to moan, but it’s nearly fucking impossible.
“Kiss me,” he commands.
Without hesitation, my lips latch onto his and he swallows every delicious moan. My orgasm is building faster and faster as the pressure from inside couples with the friction of my clit rubbing on him. We’re both close, need tipping the scales into this wild frenzy.
“I fucking love you so goddamn much.”
His cock and his words send me over the edge. My orgasm slams into me, and I come undone in his arms, riding every delicious wave around his enormous cock. Removing my lips from his, I bite into his neck and suck his skin.
“Can’t… do… that,” he puffs out between thrusts.
“Why?”
“You’ll leave a mark.”
I growl out in frustration, but I’m interrupted by his orgasm exploding inside of me. His cock pulses as he slows to a stop, keeping me perched on his cock.
“I love you too.”
He looks at me and smiles.
“This week may have changed, but my love for you and the guys hasn’t changed a single bit. I’m not going anywhere. We will get through the rest of this week, plus it may be kind of fun to sneak around. Stolen glances and kisses here and there.”
“There’s nothing fun about stolen glances. They’ll only make my cock ache that much more to be inside of you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze tightly, pressing my breasts against his chest.
He pats my butt as he unhooks my legs from around his arms and stands me back up.
“You probably need to finish washing quickly. You’ve been up here quite a while.”
I snarl at him and he laughs.
“Here. Let me.” He grabs me by the shoulders and guides me under the showerhead and runs his fingers through my hair. He grabs the shampoo and squirts some into his palm, rubbing them together, before rubbing them in my hair while massaging my scalp.
“Your fingers are heaven.”
“You have no idea.”
“But I do,” I say, turning around to face him.
He looks at me, both of us just staring at one another for a moment before he tilts my chin up and steps against my body, pushing me back into the water so he can rinse my hair.
Ten minutes later, I’m walking downstairs wearing my fun and flirty Fourth of July dress with my wet hair pulled into a bun on my head.
“Everything ok? You were up there for a while,” my mother asks, standing from the couch. Lizzy is behind her humping the air and I ignore her.
“Yea. I had to use the bathroom beforehand and you know how I get with those logic puzzles. Can’t get off the toilet before I finish it.”
She laughs. “It’s not good to do puzzles on the toilet. Or read. It compresses things down there that shouldn’t be compressed and could give you…” she stops talking and looks around, remembering she’s not at home. “Things.” She raises her brows and tilts her head down knowingly.
Hemorrhoids. That’s what we were talking about.
“You’re right,” I say simply, praying to God we get off this topic.
“Lunch is ready!” Beckett calls from the kitchen.
