“I don’t want to crush you,” he whispered, as I let my hands slide down from his neck to his chest, helping him take off his shirt. A hint of anxiety came over me as soon as I realized William was half naked and on top of me.
I told him I wasn’t ready, and he understood that. I had to relax.
With my hands trembling, I molded over his fast-moving chest, leaving his good scent all over me.
“May I?” he asked, then traced my neck with a stream of wet kisses as his hands slid down, asking for access to the skin under my shirt. He barely lifted my T-shirt from the pajamas, and I let him do it in the dark. I didn’t know what the right thing to do next was, but William eased my fears with another kiss. He grabbed my hips, bringing our bodies together while his tongue traced my fiery lips.
I felt the weight of his arousal pulse against my thigh as he rubbed my nipples in circles that reacted immediately.
My hands rhythmically caressed his chest, but when I inadvertently descended to graze the bulge contained in his boxers, I stopped breathing. He let out a moan at the unexpected gesture, so I pulled my hand back right away.
“Sorry,” I stuttered, embarrassed.
“No, please. Don’t stop,” he murmured in my ear.
My skin was on fire, and the feeling intensified when William led my hand back on top of him.
Our labored breaths began chasing after each other, faster and more desperately, in perfect sync with the rhythmic movement I applied to his boxers and that he seemed to like. A little sigh escaped my lips when I realized that his arousal was pushing against the cotton between his legs. Before I could think about what to do, William bit my lower lip violently, making me moan in response.
“June.” I heard him moan my name as his fragmented breath died between my lips, and I felt a weird sensation on my leg.
“Oh, fuck. I did it again. Sorry.”
I stayed still, petrified. He rolled off me, and I realized my inner thigh was wet.
“Sorry, sometimes I have this problem—” Was this what sex was like? This quick?
“No, don’t apologize.” I rushed to answer.
A sudden warmth hit me, starting from my lower stomach and spreading up to my cheeks.
I watched William sheepishly look down at his wet boxers.
“Everything okay?” he asked, seeing me with labored breath.
I nodded while he gave me a kiss against the lips, then he got up from the bed to get some tissues. I wiped some on me, but they weren’t enough to clean me off; my skin was still sticky.
Luckily, the moment of embarrassment was short-lived; Will asked me right away if I wanted to wash up, so I grabbed my phone and headed into the bathroom with him. It was all much more natural than I expected it to be.
“Wanna shower with me?” he asked offhandedly, pulling down his boxers.
Suddenly, I turned around to the mirror hanging above the sink.
“What? No,” I raved, blushing furiously. Get butt naked? No, thank you.Sooner or later you’ll have to, June White,said the cruel little voice inside my head.
Will got into the shower stall and a cloud of pleasant-smelling steam diffused in the bathroom. I wiped my leg with a bar of soap then used a little pressure with a hand towel that I threw into the dirty laundry immediately after.
The roar of the steamy water reminded me that Will was showering, a few feet away from me, so I looked at my phone.
I had a notification from Poppy.
Poppy:Sorry about this morning June. I wanted to tell you Friday’s my birthday, and I’d like you to come
I stared at my reflection in the phone and thought about how to answer her. But I almost didn’t recognize the image of the blond girl who appeared on the screen. Messy hair, red cheeks, and looking tired. She looked how I looked in the photo I sent James.
There was no point in beating around the bush. I still felt guilty.
Just then the last person I wanted to see walked in along with Jackson’s tall silhouette.
