“Yeah, Baby. I’ll take you home.”
Sibyl’s “house”is a short ten-minute drive that somehow feels like an eternity. It’s a tiny two-hundred-eighty-square-foot tiny house that resembles a garden shed more than it does a home. She’s incredibly proud of the place, though, so who am I to judge? Especially when it takes only three seconds to carry her from the front door to the foot of her bed.
I set her down and step away, drinking her in.
“Do you want a shower?”
I shake my head. “No, Sibyl. I don’t want to shower.”
Her eyes dart to my boxers—the cotton material tenting nearly at her eye level.
“Okay,” she breathes.
Scrambling across the bed, she yanks open her nightstand drawer hard enough that the whole thing clatters to the floor. “Shit.” She giggles.
I grin. Rounding the corner, I snag a foil package off the ground, ripping it open with my teeth.
“Holy shit.” Sibyl leans back on her bed, her legs parting for me, pussy glistening from our time in the truck.
“Shirt off, I wanna see all of you.”
She wriggles out of my t-shirt, unclasping her strapless bra from the front as perfectly pink nipples peak with the chill in the air.
“Fuck me.” I drop my boxers to the ground. Then pull a hand down my shaft as I take her in. “Sibyl.” I toss the condom wrapper onto her bed, leaning down to kiss my way up her legs. The salty taste of pond water thick on my tongue.
Rearing over her, I hand her the condom. “You sure?”
Sibyl keeps her eyes on me, one hand grabbing the base of my cock, the other rolling the latex from tip to root. She spreads her legs wider, making room for my hips to settle into hers.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I notch myself in her entrance, eyes still holding mine.
Her gaze full of fire and stars—for me. She’s looking at me, like this is everything.
I press into her, inch by inch, until I’m seated fully in her warmth.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” Her hips shimmy, seeking friction while I’m doing everything in my power not to come before the first thrust. “Baby,” I growl at her. “Give me a minute, or I’m not gonna last.”
A wicked grin slashes across that pretty face of hers. She’s going to be the death of me. I just know it. Giving me a second to breathe, Sibyl traces fingers over the bridge of my nose, down my jaw to the tops of my shoulders. Her nails dig in as she drags them down my back.
“Fuck,” I groan, drawing myself out, torturously slow. Any faster and it’ll be an embarrassingly short experience for both of us.
She takes it in stride, moving her body in time to mine, her gasps fueling the fire that’s spiraling up my spine. Tingles start in my lower back. “I’m so sorry,” I breathe into her neck. “I’m going to?—”
“Yes, Eli! Yes!” Sybil gasps my name, her inner walls fluttering as her second orgasm blooms like a flower, slowly unfurling its petals. It’s soft and sweet and pulls me over the edge with her.
Stars blur my vision as my orgasm crashes through me. A groan vibrates in my chest. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in. She smells like Willow Park, familiar and warm.
“Now I want a shower.” I wink at her.
Picking her up with me, I carry her down the hall to the bathroom. I step into her shower, which is as tiny as the rest of her house. The two of us are stuffed in like sardines.
I turn the faucet, and Sibyl yelps when cold water hits her skin. I shuffle her, so my body takes the brunt of the spray.
“Where the hell did you come from, Sibby June?” I can’t keep my hands off her. My head dips down to pepper kisses on her throat.
“I’ve been here the whole time.” She grins. “Wish I could say I was waiting for you, but I was pretty sure this would only happen in my head.”
I can’t hold back a cocky smile. “What did we do?” I whisper in her ear. “In your head. Tell me what we did in your head.”
