I want to see her head thrown back in pleasure, hear moans leaving her pretty lips, and see her hips lift and rock against me for more. I want to feel the pressure of her thighs around my head, and then around my waist as she wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer.
I want fucking everything. I want to see her eyes so full of lust and love that there’s no room for fear or trepidation. I want her towantme, to need me as much as I apparently need her.
My mind spins an image of all of this, and I can’t stop my hand from moving faster. Tightly wrapped around my leaking dick, stroking from root to tip as I twist and tug. My eyes hurt and my eyebrows ache in the center from shutting them so hard, refusing to open them and lose my fantasy.
“Fuck, Anya,” I groan, my blood nearly boiling at the sound of her name.
I wonder if she’d like hearing me moan her name as much as I’d love hearing her whimper mine. I’d give her anything she wanted, if she asked. Praise, pleading, whimpers, moans…anything she wanted, if she’d let me between her thighs.
I know she’d be the perfect fit. We already go so well together in every other part of life. Of course we’d go together perfectly with our clothes off. I’d do anything to show her how safe and sexy it can be when you’re with someone you want.
I can’t take the slew of images any longer and my balls draw up before I can stop them. My stomach clenches and my abs flex hard as my orgasm shoots through me. Ropes of hot cum spray from the tip of my throbbing cock, painting the tiled wall in front of me as I stroke myself through the pulses of pleasure at my peak.
Breathing in short pants, I turn to rest my forehead against the still slightly cool glass of the shower door and reach back to let the water spray clean off my sticky hand.
I shouldn’t do that again, but part of me knows that I might.
The rest of my shower takes longer than it usually would. The aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve had in years made it impossible to rush through washing my body and hair. When it’s finally over, I’m still warm and relaxed. So much so that I don’t bother doing anything other than drying off before returning to my room.
Dropping into my bed with a towel still wrapped around my waist and my hair still damp, I sigh and close my eyes. I should feel disgusted with myself for what I’ve just done while thinking about my best friend—a girl who may never desire a man’s touch, let alone mine. But I can’t.
I wasn’t using a fantasy of her to get a quick orgasm. I was pulled into what I wish I could have. More than sex.Love, with Anya.
Something I may never have, but something I’m going to try and dream about all the same.
Not bothering to change into boxers, I allow myself to drift off, praying to see my girl while I sleep.
Anya
Gasping out of a dreamy sleep, I wake to find my friend’s face hovering above mine. “Matteo? What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t stay away,” he whispers, voice floaty and honest.
My heart hammers hard, not believing my eyes. Confused and a bit frightened, I look around my dark bedroom, only dim moonlight from the crack in my curtain giving me a view of him.
“Does my dad know you’re here? How did you get in? It’s the middle of the night?—”
“It’s just us,” he interrupts, silencing me by cupping the side of my face. His thumb drags down my lips and he breathes out as if he’s feeling relief. “Don’t send me away,meraviglia. This is the most content I’ve felt all day.”
Warmth spreads from my chest to every inch of me. “You only just left…”
“And that was a mistake.”
Before either of us can say another word, he captures my lips with his. I gasp at the contact, and revel in the lack of terror that it comes with. I feel nothing but bliss as Matteo kisses me, and I don’t ever want him to stop.
An embarrassingly high whimper catches in my throat, the sound muffling against Matteo’s soft but firm mouth. He takes the noise in greedily, practically growling as he kisses me harder like he’s trying to get me to do it again. When I do, he uses theopportunity to glide his tongue along the seam of my lips, giving me my first true taste of him.
Driving the back of my head deeper into my pillows, I tear my lips from his and pant, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I do, baby.” He grins, licking his lips as he looks down at me. “Let me show you?”
My face is burning hot as I nod, not wanting to stop what he’s started.
When we come back together, he lets go of my face and reaches for my hips instead, continuing to lean over me, my bed dipping under his weight. Normally, I would be worrying about needing to wash my bedding because he’s sitting on it in his outside clothes, but right now, I can’t think about anything other than how his tongue is starting to tease mine.
Time seems to stop as we share desperate, passion-filled kisses. The slow and deep way he ravishes my mouth makes my stomach flip with flutters. His hands stay on my waist, but his thumbs have started to rub little circles under the hem of my shirt, toying with my bare skin.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more warm or more alive.
