“That’s not the point. You know traffic in Charleston is horrible if I leave past seven. Plus, mister ‘I wear polo shirts and jeans to the office every day,’I can’t arrive with messy hair and smudged eyeliner. I don’t even want to even think about what the blasted headmaster would do if that happened,” she said, leaning across the bed and slapping me on the ass.
I hissed, clenching my jaw and grabbing her around the waist. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to free herself from my arms, but I was relentless. Her breasts bounced, and I opened my mouth, biting her shoulder as she wrestled against my grip.
“Ugh. You big buffoon. Let me go. I have to find my shoes. Not all of us have the luxury of being so damn carefree.”
I never gave her a chance to get up, wrapping my other arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me. She huffed, rolled her eyes, and came willingly, hooking her legs under mine and flipping us so I was on my back with her straddling me.
“Why can you never take anything seriously? It’s maddening, and more importantly, why do I always give in to you?”
“Because you love me?” I asked, lacing my fingers behind my head and smirking. My cock pressed perfectly against her, and she moved her pussy along my shaft as my hands dragged down her body to dig into her hips. I groaned, thrusting against the apex of her thighs and watching as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Nope. That’s not it.”
“Because I’m the best you’ve ever had?” I prompted, waggling my eyebrows as the head of my cock grazed her clit and she hissed, closing her eyes and tossing her head back.
She used one hand to pinch her nipples and the other to point to the bedside table. Able to read her unspoken request, I handed her a condom, not removing my eyes from her as she let go of her breast and ripped it open before sliding it over my cock. Just feeling her hands on me was enough to have my hips thrusting toward her, and when she braced one hand on my chest and lifted, placing the head of my cock at her entrance, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
She grasped me, squeezing the thick base before impaling herself in one demanding stroke. We groaned, and I bit my lip, watching her hands move back to pluck her nipples as she began to rock. I helped her move, guiding her up and down as we chased our pleasure.
“I am, right? Tell me I am.”
She rolled her eyes and then her hips, moving faster as she twisted her nipples between her fingers, andsweet fucking gawd,the sounds she made as she tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and rode me. I could die like this—with my hands clenching her hips—beautiful, gloriouships.
“Tell me I’m right, Emma.”
She was so tight, her heat enveloping me, pulling me deeper and altering the neurons in my brain until each one revolved aroundher. Deft hands moved to my chest, grinding those sweet hips with a renewed intensity as we chased our releases together.
“Oh—oh.Miller.”
Sounds and unintelligible words tumbled from her lips as I leaned up to catch them, pressing my mouth to hers while my hand gripped the hair at the base of her neck.
“Are you going to come on my cock, baby?”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pushed myself against the headboard, changing the angle to fuck her deeper. She placed a hand on either cheek and pressed our foreheads together, smashing her tits against my chest. This new angle, buried inside her sweet pussy, filled me with delirious pleasure, and when my name fell from her throat, it sounded sweeter than the finest wine.
“Yes. Miller. Please. So close. Almost there,” she whimpered, tongue darting to lick her lips. I removed a hand from her waist and snaked it between our bodies, rubbing tight circles against her clit. I was drunk on her, gripping her hip with one hand so hard it was bound to leave marks. The mental image of more of my marks imprinting her body like she’d imprinted herself on me was enough to push my orgasm over the edge.
“Emma.” I came with her name on my lips—a prayer, a curse, a release—and when she cried my name in return, it was like she answered—anabsolution.
We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hair. I brushed those caramel curls from her face and kissed one corner of her mouth, then the other, before pulling her back into my arms. Her lithe body curved around mine as she turned to lay her head on my chest. Her hair was strewn across the pillow, and one leg was thrown over mine.
“See? I told you there was plenty of time.”
She huffed, lightly slapping my chest before stretching her arms over her head and groaning.
“Now I’ll barely have a chance to shower.”
“So? Shower here,” I said, rolling to my side as she got up and made her way around the room, looking for her clothes. I watched her with lust-filled eyes as she slipped on her panties and tank top, forgoing a bra. Her nipples pebbled, and my mouth watered, feeling my cock stir as I watched. Emma’s body had that effect on me—no matter how many times I had her, one glance at her naked form and I craved her all over again.
“Quit looking at me like that. I am not showering here. I stopped using all-in-one body wash in elementary school.” She pointed at me then smiled, pulling on her jeans and grabbing a shoe from the corner of the room.
“Ouch. You wound me,” I joked, putting my hand on my heart and falling back dramatically. “There is nothing wrong with an all-in-one. It’s efficient and saves money, giving me more time to spend in bed with beautiful women.”
“Ouch. Now you wound me, big guy. Should I ask how long it’s been since these sheets were changed?”
My mouth opened, and I gaped at her, struggling to backtrack on the last thirty seconds. There was no one else butherthese days—I respected her too much to ruin things with some quick lay I picked at a random bar. Even if we were only casual, we’d known one another since high school, and I would never willingly throw away years of friendship.
“Come on, babe. You know you’re the only one who gets between my sheets these days.”
