“I wasn’t joking.” My voice cracked, exposing my vulnerable underbelly. “Well, maybe.” I moaned when his mouth touched a sensitive spot on my neck.
“Only you, Teresa. Only you here and in my bed at the dorm.” He pulled back, and my hand rose to touch his jaw.
“Mine too,” I shared, “I mean, I’ve never taken anyone back to my dorm.”
“Good. I’d hate to have to kill him. I don’t think I could rock orange.”
“I don’t know.” I whimpered as his hands traveled down my body. “I think you would look good in a Padres jersey.” I moaned as his fingers found their way between my thighs.
“You think so? You like San Diego?”
“I like being with you.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, and our lips crashed together. I swallowed his deep groan as his fingers slid between my folds, then gasped.
“Soaked. You’re fucking soaked,” he rasped, pulling back to stare down at me. His nose flared, and his forehead pressed against mine.
“For you. All for you,” I cried as I undulated my hips under him.
“Shit, cielo,” he rasped. “It’s been a while for me.”
“Me too,” I panted. “I’m clean and on the pill.”
“Fuck, Teresa, don’t tell me that.” He sounded like he was in pain.
“Why?”
“Because all I’m thinking about is sinking into this little pussy bareback and coming so fucking deep inside you, you’re dripping me tomorrow morning.”
“Shit.” I panted. “Why is that so hot?”
“Because it’s real. It’s us. I’m clean, too.” He licked his lips. Sweat glistened around his temples before he shook his head. “If I finish too quickly?—“
“We have all night,” I gently cut him off, and he blinked then nodded in silence before he pulled back. I watched as his long nimble fingers undid his belt buckle before quickly undoing the buttons of his jeans and tugging them and his boxers right off.
“Wow,” I whispered under my breath.
Oh yeah! I definitely bit off more than I can chew!I’d known he was going to be big because I’d felt him against me, but seeing his one-eyed monster weeping clear fluid made my mouth water for a taste at the same time I wanted to shut my legs.
“There’s no way that thing’s going to fit,” I blurted out. He coughed roughly.
“Trust me, sweetheart. It’s going to fit.”
“I don’t know.” My fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Breathe for me, Teresa. Trust me. We’ll fit.” His eyes locked with mine. “We were made for each other.”
“Shit! Come here.” My hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him closer.
We kissed. His body on mine, flesh to flesh. It was primal and animalistic. His thick cock found its way between my folds. He didn’t push inside like I expected him to. Nope, he just teased me. Coating his shaft with my wetness, bumping and rubbing my swollen clit just enough to bring me higher and higher, so damn close to an orgasm my back arched.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet. Slippery and ready. So fucking warm,” he shared filthily, but I couldn’t be bothered to answer. Incoherent sounds slipped past my lips as I lifted my hips.
“Not yet.” He swallowed.
“Please, Jeremy.”
“I need to get you off first. Just grinding against you like this has me on edge. My balls are ready to fucking erupt.”
