“Yours,” she repeats, her lips pressing over my heart. “Only yours, I swear.”
Pinching her chin, I tip her head to look in her eyes. “I love you, baby.”
A small, wet smile curls her lips. “I love you more.”
“Good.” Dragging my hands down her sticky frame, I sit up and haul her into my arms. “I know you’re sore, Millie,but I need you. I need to remind you who you belong to. I need to remindmyself, but... you smell like him, so shower first.” I set her down in the bathroom and start the water.
She clings to me the entire time I’m lathering her body, extra carefully between her thighs. She winces, legs still like jelly, arms wrapped around my neck for support.
It takes ten minutes to wash last night off our skin and brush our teeth. We’re back in bed moments later, soaking the sheets, Millie on her back, those gorgeous eyes staring up at me as I nuzzle between her legs.
“I’ll be gentle, baby,” I whisper, one hand between us, toying with her clit, getting her ready.
She knots her fingers over my nape, pulling me down for a kiss. She tastes like mint and something uniquely her. This morning isn’t the time for our usual roughness. I need to love her, and I think she needs to know nothing’s changed.
“You’re swollen,” I say, brushing two fingers between her folds. “And soaked for me already.”
She kisses me again, smiling into my lips, then wincing when I guide my cock to her entrance. “Sore,” she whispers.
“I know, I know, baby. I won’t hurt you. Let me in.”
She melts into the mattress, her legs falling open further as I push in an inch at a time, eyes roving her face to make sure I’m not moving too fast.
Fuck, she feels like heaven.
It’s not just her lips and clit that are swollen. She’s so fucking tight it takes five minutes before she stretchesaround me.
“Eyes on me, Millie. Look at me.”
She does and I pull out, gliding back in slowly, a groan escaping me at how snug she fits around me.
“Are you okay?” she asks, dragging her fingers down my back, tracing the ridges of every muscle shifting as I move inside her.
“When I’m with you,” I admit, kissing her forehead.
She wraps her legs over my back, heels digging into my ass to urge me along, but if I’m not careful, I’ll lose it and fuck her through the bed. I keep the mellow pace, working her higher and earning back every inch Noah touched.
She’s lost in the moment, unaware of anything else. I know, because she doesn’t react when the door opens. It’s soft but unmistakable. The hairs on my neck stand on end and the air shifts in the room, but I don’t stop moving.
I know it’s Noah.
Hyde would knock and Dash would announce his presence with a boomingMorning!Noah doesn’t say a word. He probably came over to check on us after I didn’t show for class and now, he’s frozen in the doorway, watching.
I should probably stop, but that territorial part of me needs him to witness this. Millie’s mine, even if deep down I know he’d never dare take her away from me.
“Good girl,” I grit out against her throat. “My girl.”
She moans, every soft sound a melody to my ears. I love it when she cries out, my name on her lips when she comes.
I love when she writhes beneath me, losing her sanity as I fuck her ragged, but this vulnerability between us, how she reacts to every slow drag of my cock, every kiss, the intimacy... that’s what proves she’s mine and no one can take her away.
Because sex is physical and this is emotional.
The door clicks with barely a sound as Noah leaves. A part of mehatesthat he came over to check on her. He has no fucking right, but a different part of me is grateful that last night isn’t just a notch on his bedpost.
That he respects us and cares enough to come over, even though it’d probably make for a pretty fucking awkward chat.
“Eli, please, more.”
