Heat unfurls inside me.
I turn my head enough to kiss him again, desperate and sweet and dizzying. The kind of kiss that wipes away every empty moment between our visits. He pulls me tighter, mouth moving on mine like he’s memorizing me all over again.
“I love you,” I mutter.
He presses his forehead to mine. “I love you back, Adela. No matter what happens, you don’t walk away from me, okay?”
I still for a second, a breath caught between us, but I nod easily. I would never walk away from him.
His hand slides over mine, threading our fingers together, grounding me again as the world narrows to this moment, this breath, this heat. And then his fingers are tracing the inside of my thighs, before he slides them inside me.
I gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed by another kiss as he presses his palm against my pussy, already full of need.
“Shh, babe,” he breathes against my ear, voice low and rough. “We can’t let them hear.”
I nod, biting my lip as he pulls his fingers out. Then I feel his thick and hard dick nudging against my entrance. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease; he thrusts in deep, filling me in one smooth stroke that makes my body tremble. He moves slowly at first, each push and pull deliberate, like he’s enjoying the feel of me. In the mirror, I watch his jaw tighten, his eyes watching his movements, his hips snapping forward. Then his eyes lock on mine, and I’m breathless.
Heat coils low in my belly, spreading like wildfire as his cock drags against my walls, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
I whimper too loudly, and his hand flies up to cover my mouth. “Muffle it for me, baby,” he whispers, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me steady. “Let me feel you come without a sound.”
I press my face into his palm as he fucks me harder, the dresser creaking faintly under our weight. My body clenches around him, pleasure building with each movement. Not being able to make a sound makes it that much more intense.
He leans in, breath hot on my neck, murmuring, “That’s it. Just like that. You’re so fucking perfect.”
The orgasm rolls through my body. Every muscle that was tight and tense has now loosened like a dam breaking. I cry into his hand –– muffled, desperate, but entirely his. He follows seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling hot cum inside me.
When I come back to myself, my breathing is uneven, my hair mussed around my shoulders, and my dress miraculously still mostly smooth. Cody steadies me with both hands, pressing a slow kiss to my shoulder as he helps me lower my dress back into place.
Now he’s cleaning me up, adjusting my thong, smoothing my dress’s fabric, fixing the straps, brushing a stray lock of hair from my cheek as if nothing in the world matters more than making me look untouched.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.
I nod. “Yes.”
He grins like he already knew the answer.
I glance at the clock on my vanity, and reality begins to creep in. “We should go before someone notices.”
“You go first,” he says, straightening his jacket and running a hand through his hair. “I’ll follow in a minute.”
I smooth my dress, adjust the pink pendant, and catch my reflection. I’m glowing, and I’m leaving the closet empty-handed. My parents will question where I disappeared to, and my flushed cheeks might answer the question.
Cody steps closer, brushing one last kiss against my temple.
“Happy Birthday, baby,” he whispers.
I smile and slip toward the door.
My bedroom’s empty of anyone –– thank God –– and the hallway is full of light and distant laughter. My parents are the best hosts I know. I smile to myself at what Cody and I just did.
Then I hear my bedroom door open behind me.
“Cody,” I whisper, scolding him as he steps into the hallway with me. He glances in both directions and shrugs.
“We’re safe.” He grabs my waist, pulling me in. “So, what’re you doing after this?”
I smile up at him. “What do you mean?”
