Again, she does what I tell her. It’s a beautiful sight, watching her peel away her shirt and her jeans and then her bra and finally her underwear. She’s so fucking beautiful and sexy even now when she’s so vulnerable. Especially now.
I slide over to the other side of the bed and pull the covers back, not at all embarrassed that she can see me naked now too. She crawls in and lies on her side, facing away from me. I inch closer to her until I’m pressed right up against her back; my thighs curve against hers and my groin is flush with her perfect, perky ass.
After a minute I gently push her hair up on the pillow and kiss the back of her neck. For the first time I notice a neat, tiny black-inked Asian symbol tattooed there. I never saw it before and I wonder when she got it.
She sighs and I finally feel her body relax. Her left hand moves to rest on top of the one I have draped over her midriff. I only let myself sleep when I’m sure she’s asleep and won’t disappear on me.
Hours later…I don’t know how many…I wake up again. My arm is still around her middle, fingers dangling below her belly button, skimming the top of the tiny, narrow patch of hair that leads between her legs. I can’t see her face but I think she’s awake too. That hunch is confirmed when she gently pushes her perfect ass back into my growing erection.
I brush my lips against her neck, over the dark ink, and whisper sleepily, “What does the tattoo mean?”
“Family,” she whispers back and curls her fingers around my hand at her waist and guides it lower.
I take the hint and slide my fingers between her legs. She’s wet. I slip a finger into her pussy and she pushes down, tilting her ass back into my cock again. She makes a little circular motion with her hips, causing my palm to rub up against her clit and her ass grind into my erection again. We both let out soft moans.
“I will never get sick of this,” I find myself confessing.
I push myself into her and slip a second finger inside her. I move my lips over her skin, trailing kisses across her neck and shoulder. She reaches back, putting a hand on my hip and grinding against me harder than before. I pull my fingers from inside her and grip her toned thigh, pulling it up and spreading her legs. This time when she pushes back against my cock it slips past her ass, toward her core and slides over her opening. Then she reaches down between her legs and grabs it, rubbing it and holding it against her wet opening. I clench and fight the urge to push inside of her. I want to feel more than just a little of her wetness on my tip. I want to be surrounded by it.
“I want to be inside you so badly, Callie,” I murmur as my tip slips ever so slightly into her again.
“Condom,” she commands, almost regretfully.
“Right. Drawer.”
She reaches out, opens the drawer to the nightstand and digs into the open box, pulling out a foil packet. I take it from her and quickly roll it on. A second later I gently tug on her shoulder, trying to turn her around so she’s facing me, but she resists.
“I want to see you,” I tell her, but she ignores me and wraps her hand around my now-shielded cock, repositioning it at her entrance.
I don’t know what her defiance is about, but I’m too overcome with lust to really push this right now. I’ll take her any way I can have her. If she wants it from behind, so be it.
“Please just fuck me, Devin,” she whispers, her tone dripping with need. How can I deny that? I push forward and my dick slips inside her. I groan as her body slowly makes room for me from this new angle. Once I’m completely inside her I start to move. It’s a bit awkward but that just makes it impossible to go fast, and I’m okay with that.
I lift up on one elbow, place my other hand on her hip and rhythmically slip in and out of her warm, tight, soaking-wet pussy. The measured pace makes it so I can feel everything—every muscle she tightens, every shift of her pelvis. Everything.
I think this is the quickest I’m going to come since I was sixteen.
I move my hand from her hip to her clit and press down on it, rubbing it with my middle finger until she shudders.
“Yeah, just like that Devin,” she praises and shudders. “Devin…Devin…”
“I’m going to come, Callie. I can’t stop.” I push into her—deep and hard—and groan as I come.
I collapse, my body pushing her over onto her stomach and I pump into her on top of her, my body flush with hers, a couple more times riding out my orgasm as hers erupts too. She comes on my hand, the only thing wedged between her and the mattress.
“The monkey sex better not stop just because we’re…a couple,” she cautions into the pillow.
“Monkey sex?” I repeat, confused. “Why do you always call sex monkey sex?”
She giggles. “Not all sex, just Garrison sex. Well, and Luc too. You boys are wild sex machines. Anywhere, any time, any way. It’s epic.”
“Oh, really?” I gently slide out of her and carefully dispose of the condom in the wastebasket next to the bed.
“Yep. Caplan consensus,” she replies sleepily.
I touch her shoulder and gently roll her over and into my side. She’s tense for a second but relaxes into me, her head nuzzled just above my shoulder on the pillow and her hand splayed across my bare chest.
“Well, then, you would have been crazy to walk away from the chance to have unlimited monkey sex,” I joke lightly.
