He sighs into me, a hand sneaking its way up my shirt until it meets bare skin. He’s only touching the small of my back, and it’s already clouding my senses. His tone takes a serious turn, but his grin remains. “I like that idea too. After our third first date.”
“We’re agreed, then.” Lord, just the thought of him inside me is making me hot. His hand starts tracing circles against my hip bone and I nearly arch my lower half into him. “There’s also a huge bottle of lube in there. I’m really glad it didn’t fall out of my bag too. It probably would’ve made a mess on your floor.”
His chest shakes with laughter. “Any other surprises I should know about?”
“That’s it,” I tell him. “Well, that and your hands are being very distracting right now. You trying to make me go back on what I said about no fooling around tonight?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He kisses my neck as his hand moves up my side in slow, agonizing increments. “I’m perfectly fine with your no fooling around rule. However, if you’re having second thoughts…” A gasp as his tongue darts out to lick my throat. “I’d be more than happy to oblige you.”
“Hmm.” It’s his turn to gasp when my stomach nudges against the bulge in his pants. “I think you’re the one who’d like to be obliged right about now.”
“Man. Of. Honor,” he growls. “Behave, Leticia.”
“You get bossy when you’re horny.” I completely ignore his directive and pull up his T-shirt.
He complies with a sigh, lifting his arms until the fabric slides off his body.
“Behaving is boring. We’ll be very,veryquiet so we don’t disturb you-know-who.”
“Think you’re up to the challenge? I’m well aware of how loud you get.”
He wraps one of my legs around his waist, pushing his erection into the core of me until I let out an involuntary moan. Thankfully, it wasn’t too loud. When he grinds into me a second time, I bite down on my bottom lip to hold in the sound.
“I seem to recall you letting out a scream the first time I made you come. Are you sure you can handle it?”
My whole face heats up at the memory of the scream I let out in this very bed last week.
“I can handle it.” But I’m less sure of that when he pulls up my top, exposing my breasts to him. Even less so when his mouth is on my skin, the dull ache between my legs turning to a full-on throb when his tongue flicks across my nipple. “Oh god.”
“Careful,” he whispers, voice barely audible as his breath warms my skin. “We wouldn’t want to wake your brother now, would we?”
I shake my head, biting down on my tongue when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. It’s only once he switches to the other side that a devious idea lights up my brain. I arch my back off the mattress, pushing my breasts in his face as I grind against him. His groan vibrates my chest as my hands lock on his hips, keeping his lower half steady as I drive myself wild against his cock through his sweatpants.
“Fucking hell, Leticia.” He’s breathless, and the sight of him coming undone goes straight to my ego. My hips lift for him of their own accord as his fingers dip into the waistband of my sleep shorts. In seconds, he pulls them off my body and hovers back over me. “I need to taste you. Tonight. Please tell me you’re capable of keeping quiet when I do.”
I’m not sure I can promise that, not when I nearly groan at the image of his head between my legs. But I still nod, desperate.
“I don’t believe you for a second.” One hand runs up my inner thigh as the other clamps down on my mouth. It’s good thinking on his part, really, because I’m barely able to hold back once his fingers start swirling through my wetness and circling my clit. “Fuck, Leticia, you’re so wet.”
I’m shaking beneath him in seconds, which might be the quickest he’s ever made me come. He removes his hand from my mouth and whispers, “I want to ask you something.”
“Okay,” I whisper back. “What is it?”
“You expressed discomfort the last time I tried fingering you, but I want to try again,” he says. “It might make it easier on you before…”
“Before I lose my virginity to you?” I bite his lip lightly, enjoying the whimper he lets out way too much.
“Virginity is a construct.” He smirks. “But if you prefer a more archaic and heteronormative view of sex, then technically it’s before we lose our virginities to each other.”
“How very after-school special of us.” I chuckle. “And yeah, you can finger me. I can’t promise it’ll be that great or pleasurable for me, but if it makes breaking my hymen feel less like I’m being split in half, I’m willing to go for it.”
“All right, then.” He lifts himself off the bed and reaches for my duffel bag. Once he finds the bottle of lube, he says, “Whoa, you weren’t kidding. This thing is huge.”
“So is your—”
“Leticia,” he admonishes. “Don’t kid. I’m average, at best.”
“Thank god for that,” I say. “Popping my cherry will be hard enough without your monster dick rearranging my insides.”
