“I guess so.” her cheek settled on my chest as she got comfortable.
“What are we doing?” Here voice was small, meek.
“Well, I didn’t do very well at school really as I told you the other day, but I think this has something to do with biology or maybe sex education…what you thinking?” I smirked into her hair.
“You’re hilarious.” She twisted her head and lifted it, resting her chin on my chest instead, “I meant us. What are we doing? I mean, I get last night was the first time we slept together, and I don’t want you to feel like we have to label anything, but…”
“But what?” I kept my voice low as I manoeuvred my hips, parted her legs with my foot, and pushed my knee between her thighs to gain access to the holy trail. I nudged the tip of my cock against her opening, “Why does anything have to be labelled?”
“I…I suppose it doesn’t, if you don’t want to.” My fingers bit into her hip bones even more as my urge grew even further.
“Why did Nikki single you out earlier?” My teeth clenched with displeasure.
“Because she’s a bitch.” My hands moved to cup her arse, smoothing her perfectly shaped globes with my palms, and slipped my fingers between the apex of her thighs to part her legs more. I groaned low and deep as I found my target and pushed in slightly. “I don’t want to talk about Nikki when my dick is inside of you.” I pushed in further and sucked her lip between her teeth. As I rocked back and forth, I knew it wouldn’t be long until this was over. Her small moans of pleasure were my undoing, along with her nails digging into my skin, with every scratch I got harder. Her hips met my every thrust. “You’re fucking amazing. Ride me, baby.”
She lifted her body from mine and then bore down, “God, I love your accent.” she circled her hips as she took over. As her eyes opened, connected with mine, her confidence had mesmiling. I slid my hands up and down her sides and her head tipped back. “Jesus, Gav.” She slid up and down on my cock as I gripped the small of her waist and lifted her up from the mattress, my arms circled around her back, my pelvis tipped up. As her legs tightened around me, her fingers scraped through the back of my hair. “Yes, Gav.” She groaned.
I pushed harder, pulling her against me as I felt the familiar swelling, the tightening in my abdomen, the slight shake in my legs. And as Karen let go of her release, I held her tighter still as I spilled everything inside of her. My dick pulsed as it let go of everything while my forehead fell to her shoulder. I stayed like that for a few minutes until I’d lifted my head just enough to press a kiss to her skin, and trailed my lips up her neck. Her chest heaved with rhythmic breaths. I could stay like this all day and that, well that, scared the shit out of me. She pressed a kiss to the top of my head, lingering for a moment, a moment too long for my liking, and as I fidgeted beneath her, she took the very subtle hint and reluctantly got up off me.
Once we were dressed again, I knew I’d have to make my excuses and leave. She was quiet as she moved around her kitchen. A torrent of questions was going to rain down on me very soon, and I was in no position to answer them. No, not position, I had no intention of answering, because then she’d know the truth about me, and right now I was enjoying this. She was easier, but I knew we didn’t stop there, I was so conflicted.
As I watched her, one foot crossed over the other, I leant my back against the doorframe. Her slim body was engulfed by that hoodie she was wearing again. An urge came out of nowhereto go up and wrap myself around her, but I stopped myself. I had to. She turned around and held a cup out to me. I glanced between that and her, fuck. I couldn’t make my quick escape now, not without being rude anyway.
“Thanks.” I took it with a smile as my fingers wrapped around it, and I focused on the pinching of her eyebrows. With her own cup in her hand, she pressed her back to the edge of the counter. I knew where it is was going. She had that look in her eye; inquisitive. Her head dipped as she gazed into her cup. “You look like you want to say something.”
She lifted her eyes to mine, “Am I that easy to read?”
I nodded, “Like an open book.”Her chin lifted, “Come on, out with it.”
Her mouth opened and her chest rose with an inhaled breath, then dropped again on a heavy sigh. I waited patiently. I didn’t want to push her questions because I didn’t want to answer. I pushed off the door frame and crossed the small room, absentmindedly counting the steps it took to reach her. She turned her chin up to me and, her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Reaching around her, I placed my cup down and rested my hand on the counter, my weight leaned into the side of her, teasing her skin with my thumb as I cupped her face. “We don’t have to talk,” I breathed as I kissed her cheek, “I’m quite happy to fuck you again.” She turned her head and gave me her eyes. Her warm breath skittered over my face, “Talk is cheap, so they say.” My brows bounced as images of us tormented me. I pushed them away and kissed her roughly. She purred as she let me have my way momentarily. There was no mistaking there was a connection between us, until she broke the kiss and moved away, putting some space between us.
It was then I could see the agitation settling on her face. “As much as I like that you came round here to blow off some steam, it doesn’t answer my questions.”
My brows pinched tightly, “Well, talk then.” Yes, I was agitated too. Yes, I was also a little bit snappy.
“Okay, I’m just going to come right out and say this,” I nodded with raised brows. Whatever she had to fucking ask, she just needed to say, because I was getting pissed off. “I want to know what’s going on here?”
“We’re drinking coffee, enjoying the odd kiss and I’m screwing you for entertainment.” I joked, but the drop of her brows and the pout of her lips told me that was the wrong thing to say.
“Really? Entertainment? Is that all I am, Gav?”
I huffed and closed my eyes. “No, K. You’re not just entertainment, I was joking. I was trying to cut the atmosphere a bit.”
“I was thinking we had more than that, that’s all. I mean, look at the other day in the park. You were happy to talk then.”
I spun away and pressed my back to the counter and sulked, folding my arms across my chest. “What do you want from me?” I lifted a shoulder and my neck rolled, turning my head to look at her, full on.
“I don’t want…” she breathed softly, “I don’t want to be your dirty little secret. I want more than that.”
My ran my fingers through my hair, and I pushed off the counter and crossed the small kitchen to put more distance between us. “Why do fucking women always demand so fucking much?” Slowly, she closed the gap I’d put between us and very gently she placed her hands on my sides.
“I don’t want to demand anything, but with you and Nikki, and the way that you are…”
“Me and Nikki?” I interrupted, stopping her from going any further than that statement, “Me and her are nothing. It was casual fucking and that was it. I told you that, and that was the first thing I told you about myself.”
“I think you should tell her that. I saw the way she looked at you this morning. That’s not casual. Fuck, I sound like some bunny boiler. I swear I’m not.” That made me grin and I looked down at her. “I just…I like you, a lot.”
“If you’re trying to make me run a mile, then you’re doing a great job of it.”
