“Kissing is fine until it’s during sex,” she replies. “That’s too intimate. I don’t do strings, remember?”
“You’re serious?”
Now she stops. “Is that a problem?”
I flip us back over so I’m in control as I start to pick up our pace. “No. I just didn’t realize we were gonnaPretty Womanthis thing.”
“You knowPretty Woman?”
“I know it well enough to know kissing’s off-limits,” I respond. “Is it really just an attachment thing? Do you truthfully think that I’m more likely to get attached to you if we kiss while I’m inside of you? Are you worriedyou’llget more attached?”
“I don’t know. Something about kissing during sex—”
I stop my rhythm again, and she sighs.
“Is this something we should be talking about while I’m literally inside of you?” I wonder. “I mean, I’ve had conversations duringsex, but they usually have nothing to do with commitment. It’s more sensual.”
She laughs.
That’s a first. A girl laughing while I’m as deep as I can possibly be inside of her.
She flips us over again, and if I’m being honest, I enjoy seeing her more from this angle. I enjoy seeing her be the one in control. It’s refreshing.
“At least I know this will be memorable for you,” she says. “Now, do you want to keep talking about why I don’t kiss during sex? Or do you wanna give me another orgasm?”
“Definitely the orgasm.”
She wastes no time picking up her rhythm, her golden-brown hair falling into her face as she tilts her hips forward, causing me to enter her at a different angle. A more enjoyable angle, if I do say so myself.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hands gripping her thighs to help her keep up with the rhythm of our bodies.
I can tell she’s getting close, not only from the way her body pulses around me but by the way her hands fall from the headboard and meet my chest. They dig into my shoulders to help her balance. And it only takes two more pumps for her back to arch and for her to bite her bottom lip as she releases.
Her body falls against mine, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest. I flip us back over to continue the previous pace as I reach my own climax while she comes down from hers. My teeth sink into the skin below her ear as I hit my release, but she doesn’t seem to mind the sting. If anything, she seems to enjoy it.
“Fuck me,” she mumbles as I pull out of her to discard the condom.
I can’t remember the last time my body felt like Jello after sex. I feel like my legs could give out at any moment, but lucky for me, I make it back to my bed before that happens.
Once I lay down, I pull her into me, drawing lazy circles against her back.Fuck. That was… fuck.
“That was nice.” I can feel her words vibrate against my chest. “I needed that.”
You and me both.
“You tired?” I wonder, looking down at her, noticing her closed eyes and content smile.
“Why, you ready to go again?” She peeks up at me. “Guess you do have it in you after all.”
Before I can respond, our stomachs growl. “Really made you work up an appetite, huh?”
“I guess I could say the same for you.”
“I’ll sneak back downstairs.” I jump up from my bed, grab sweatpants from my dresser, and a hoodie from the floor. “There’s gotta be some more pizza left.”
She nods, pulling my sheets to cover her body. There’s this look in her eye, and I can’t tell if it’s the,I’ll be gone when you get backlook or the,I’ll be ready to go again when you get backlook.
The party’s slowly starting to die down when I get downstairs. Fletcher’s the only guy still downstairs, but Tate must’ve gone home.