I shouldn’t be surprised; I’ve always known there is no one in this world better for me than Sidney.
I angle her head to deepen the kiss, feeling her melt beneath me, a tiny little whimper escaping her as she takes what I give and gives just as much back. My cock is already rock hard behind the zipper of my pants, leaking into my boxers at just the mere taste of her.
There’s no way I’ll last.
Dragging my mouth away from her lips, I trail down her jaw, to the fluttering pulse in her throat, scraping my teeth along it. She moans loudly, tipping her head back to give me access, skin pebbling the further I drag my mouth down. First to her collarbones, grazing my teeth over the sharp edges of them and then down further, to the V of her sweater.
“This is all on you, Cricket,” I rasp, sliding my hands up the insides of her sweater, her heat burning against my palms as I trace her curves until my fingers bump into the strap of her bra, “You want me to stop, I will stop, okay?”
She nods.
“Give me your words,” I demand. “Say it.”
“Okay,” her voice trembles, lids hooded as she watches me pull on her sweater, bringing it up and over her head so she’s just left in her lacy pink bra. I lean back to get a good look at her and bring my fist to my mouth, biting down to control my damn self. So fucking pretty. The swells of her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing, her skin creamy and soft. There’s a little birthmark beneath her right breast, a patch of skin slightly darker than the rest of her, and a mole above her navel.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She breathes, wetting her lips.
My eyes bounce back up to hers. “What do you want me to do?”
“Take off your shirt,” she whispers.
I unclasp a few more buttons and then reach behind me so I can drag the material over my head, throwing it down onto the floor to join her sweater.
“Now what?”
Her lashes flutter, “Kiss me again.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. Crawling over her, I press her down onto the couch, falling into the cradle of her thighs as I find her mouth again, grinding my hips forward. Her thighs tighten on either side of me, nails scraping over my shoulders as I set a steady rhythm with my hips, pushing the hard length of me over the seam of her pants.
She feels right beneath me, fits against me like the last piece of a puzzle being clicked into place.
“Noah,” she whimpers into my mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan, nipping her bottom lip, grinding harder, faster. Pleasure has every hair on my body standing up, a warning zap shooting down my spine.
“Don’t stop,” she moans, pushing her hips up, riding against me as her lips part.
“Let me see you come,” I practically beg.
Her hands curl around my arms where I support myself, looking down on her. The way she’s rubbing herself against me has my cock jerking. My balls draw up tight, her moans and whimpers like fucking music as she finds her climax against me.
My teeth bite together as my own orgasm rears up, muscles growing tight as my cock jerks inside my boxers, spilling into them while I watch her shatter beneath me.
Not compatible, my ass.
My hips continue to roll, drawing out every last second of her orgasm until she goes limp beneath me. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling that sweet, floral scent of hers. It’s never changed, like the flowers she tends to so lovingly has bled into the very structure of her, the vines and roots a part of her DNA.
Her nails scratch against my scalp as she holds me to her, both of us taking a minute to catch our breath, skin damp.
“What were you saying?” I push back but don’t get off, “About compatibility?”
Her eyes spark, “Well, we can’t really come to a conclusion.”
“How so?” I laugh, “Or did we just experience different things?”
“Well,” she bites her lip, not in nerves, I realize, but something else entirely, “We never actuallyhadsex.”
“Right,” I agree, understanding dawning on me.
