I pull up and try again, slowly sinking down on him. I make it a bit further. It takes me eight tries before I think he’s all the way in.
“Almost in, princessa,” he says as he watches where our bodies are joined.
My eyes widen. “Almost? There’s no way more fits,” I say, starting to panic that I’ve bitten off more than I can chew…or take inside me.
He slowly pushes his fingers in his mouth, licking them seductively. He pulls them out after a few seconds and places them on either side of his cock.
“One more inch,” he says. His wet thumb circles my clit, and I move a little up and then back down. I do it again and again, until he has to move his hand, and then, he finally slides all the way inside.
We both let out a moan.
“OK, that better be it because nothing else is fitting in there,” I huff.
He grabs my feet and pulls them toward his shoulders, forcing me to come into a squat over him. Then he takes my hands and places them on the headboard on either side of his head.
“There you go, baby. Have at it,” he says with a grin.
Wow, a man letting me take control is sexy as fuck. I start moving, little bounces at first, trying to test my ability to take a monster-sized dick. He sucks his thumb again, pressing it back to my clit, and that’s all it takes. I start slamming down on him, and eventually, he begins thrusting up to meet me as he slowly loses control.
He grips my hips hard, forcing me down, his eyes transfixed on where our bodies meet. Fuck. That’s hot. I feel his movements grow frantic, and then he slams me down hard and comes, calling out my name. The telltale jerk of his cock inside me sets my own release off, and I scream alongside him as I come, wishing I could stay here in this moment forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Hutch
We stayed up talking most of the night, and then making love, and then talking more. I’m not sure when we fell asleep, but I’ve woken to Jocelyn on top of me again. I don’t want to leave today. I want to wake up to her on top of me every morning. She’s my personal weighted blanket.
I’ve talked about my family, and how I am, in fact, three-quarters Scandinavian, so that Viking thing isn’t far off from reality. I’ve told her about my sister and brother and growing up on the farm, and how going to see a football game with my grandfather when I was four was what made me want to play. I've discussed how I love rugby, and how I wanted to work on our farm until I went to college, and decided the farm life might not be what I wanted.
She told me about growing up surrounded by books, how she was always the odd one out because her mom and sister are so similar. She spoke about making up stories about why her dad wasn’t around to the kids in her fourth grade class.
By the time we fall asleep, I feel closer to her than anyone I’ve ever known. The thought of us going back to our real lives today is freaking me out.
“You’re overthinking,” Jocelyn murmurs against my chest.
“I just don’t want to go back to reality,” I admit.
She props her head on her hands that are flat on my chest. It’s becoming her thing, and I like it, probably too much.
“Come stay with me tonight,” I urge.
“Can you give me a ride to class tomorrow?” she asks.
I nod.
“OK, then I’ll stay tonight,” she says as if it’s no big deal.
“Don’t you want to see your mom and sister?” I ask because I don’t want to pressure her if this isn’t what she wants.
She shrugs. “I talked to them yesterday, and they got to video chat with our family, so I feel like I’ve already seen them. Plus, they both have work, and then Val has a night class.”
She rolls off me, and I immediately miss her. I follow her like a lost puppy into the bathroom, where she turns on the shower.
“I’ll grab us breakfast,” I say as I turn to head to the main house.
“Just get in here. We can be quick and then go together,” she says. “You know it’s going to be twenty questions if it’s just one of us. We have to be a united front.”
I laugh and walk into the shower, pulling her to me.
