I can’t help it—I get so fucking hard.
Though we’re both fully clothed, she feels me and moans, “Mmmm, Shane.”
“Babe.”
She wiggles beneath me, looking for more friction through our shorts, so I thrust my hips.
We’re like two teenagers in lust. We just make out and dry hump each other until it becomes too much.
Panting, we both slow to a stop.
Between quickened breaths, Willa says, “We should probably go to bed before things get out of hand.”
“Yes,” I agree. And then I add, “I am actually really tired.”
Nodding, she says, “Yeah, same here. It’s getting pretty late.”
It’s clear that we both need to go to our bedrooms to get off.
Hell, at least I know that’s what I’m going to be doing.
I bet she will be too.
The thought of Willa touching herself at the same time as me is almost too much. I’m ready to say, “Hell, let’s do it together.”
But I don’t.
Sitting up, we straighten our rumpled clothes, and then I walk her to her room.
At her door, she turns to me. “Good night, Shane.”
Cupping her face, I kiss her softly and sweetly.
Then I pull back, hands still on her cheeks, and say, “Good night, beautiful.”
The next couple of weeks are kind of rough.
Oh, everything is beautiful and perfect with how well Shane and I are getting along and how much fun we’re having. The only hard part is keeping ourselves from tearing off our clothes and fucking the hell out of each other.
But “taking it slowly” is still the order of the day.
Ugh.
I have a feeling that’s going to end soon, though. First of all, we’ve already had the “talk,” and both of us have clean bills of sexual health. Oh, and I’m still on birth control since I take the shot.
Shane was so cute when I told him that. He groaned and said, “Shit, no condoms. Willa, wanna go fuck right now?”
I knew he was teasing, but I sort of wished he hadn’t been.
See, I’m ready.
I have to be honest. We haven’t caved completely, but we have slipped up a couple of times.
The first was the other night. After kissing for a while on the sofa, we decided we wanted to sleep in the same bed. I hate that after our heated make-out sessions, we’re always going our separate ways.
So, yeah, it was my suggestion.
Of course, Shane was all too happy to agree.
