I ease her toward the bed, my hands moving on instinct alone. I don’t have to look. I know this room better than most of my plays.
Her breath comes in short bursts, and her eyes are slow to meet mine.
When they do?
I’m ruined.
My cock throbs, insistent and impossible to ignore. When she’s wrapped in my jersey, curled up in her bed, I swear she’s never looked more like mine.
“Hello to you too,” she manages between gasps, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Can’t help it,” I rasp, crawling over her, losing what little control I have left. “I’ve missed you.”
She tries to scoot higher on the bed, but it’s too fucking small, and the whole room is basically a shoebox. Her head knocks against the wall with a softthunk,and I wince, but she laughs.
I slide between her thighs, pushing them open with my hips as I brace my palms on either side of her head. When I kiss her this time, it’s slow on purpose, hungry in a way that tells her exactly what I’m about to do to her.
Her fingers fist my shirt, then slide underneath. She drags her nails up my spine. It’s a sharp little scrape that makes my cock throb and my hips rock against her center.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Zach, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in months,” she breathes, tilting her head to give me access to her warm, perfect neck.
I take the hint. My mouth finds her jaw, then the space under her ear where she always melts. She sighs, and it turns me the fuck on.
“Itfeelslike months,” I growl.
My hand slips under the jersey and cups her breast. No bra. Just perfect, soft skin, and a nipple that hardens under the pad of my thumb.
She lets out a sexy little laugh as her hips rock against mine. Again and again. It’s slow, deliberate, and it’s going to be the death of me.
“It’s been twelve hours, Z,” she teases.
“Twelve hours. Twelve minutes. Twelve seconds. It all feels the same when I’m not inside you,” I mutter.
“You're insatiable,” she says, still teasing, but she keeps grinding against my erection— which I have no doubt she can feel since she’s only wearing cotton panties.
“And you're incredible,” I whisper, pinching her nipple just enough to make her back arch. I take in the fucking beautiful sight.
“Zach,” she whimpers and it’s so fucking hot I nearly come undone from the noise alone.
I kiss down her neck again, and my hand moves lower, my fingers teasing at the waistband of her soaked panties.
Squeak.
I freeze. Just for a second.
Then I move my hand down further, pushing the fabric aside so my fingers graze across her skin.
Squeak.
“Zach,” she sighs. Her voice is urgent, but I can’t stop myself. Her body is too damn perfect under me. I slide my hand between us and press my fingers to her clit. She arches instantly, her head knocking against the wall.
“Ouch,” she yelps, grabbing at her head.
That does it.
I pull back immediately. “Shit. Are you okay?”