Page 42 of Need Him Like Oxygen

“Gotta get you something to take it with,” I said, climbing out of the bed, tossing her the bottle, and making my way out into the kitchen to grab her a bottle of water.

Honestly, a part of me thought she might follow me, try to go back to sleep on the couch again. But when I walked back, she was still in bed, though she’d zipped up her shirt and inched further to the other side of the mattress.

“Thanks,” she said when I uncapped it for her before passing it.

I climbed back in, slid down, and waited for her to do the same.

A part of me hoped she might turn to me, might curl into me, let me run my hands over her like she’d allowed me to do when she’d been hurting, when she’d been craving something soft after all the hard.

But she moved flat, likely favoring her ribs, leaving the space between us.

It was only maybe a foot.

But as the moments ticked past, it might as well have been a fucking canyon.

Eventually, her slow breathing told me she’d fallen back to sleep. I lay awake for another hour before, finally, I drifted off as well.

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I thought it was a dream at first.

The brush of hair on my chest.

The soft curve of a body pressed against me.

Lips on my neck.

A hand drifting down my chest, sneaking under the sheet, moving lower.

It wasn’t until teeth bit the lobe of my ear that the haze of sleep pulled back and made me realize this wasn’t a dream.

Well, in a way, it was.

But it was real too.

Cinna’s skin felt feverish against me. Like her own desire was burning her up from the inside out, and now she wanted me to get caught up in the flames as well as her hand slid over my stomach, making the muscles twitch as her fingers pressed between them, tracing them, mapping me with her touch.

My cock thickened as she teased a finger into the line of my Adonis belt. So close. Then across my stomach to trace the other one.

Seeming to sense I was awake, she reached down, pushing the covers away, leaving no question about my own need as she slid her body over mine. Her lips teased over my neck as she moved to straddle me, then slowly pushed back to sit up and look down at me.

My hands lifted, sliding up her thighs to land on her hips as my hungry gaze took her in.

“That’s a good fucking view,” I said as she shifted down slightly so my cock was pressing against her pussy, finding her already fucking drenched for me. “Thought your ribs hurt,” I said as my fingers slid up her side to move over them, feeling the little shiver that moved through her at the barely-there touch.

“Nothing hurts right now,” she said, planting one hand on my stomach to steady herself as she rocked her cleft against my cock, her eyes sliding closed as she let out a little whimper of pleasure, making my cock twitch.

She looked fucking beautiful just like this. Her head thrown back, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders and chest, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breath, moving with her body as she rocked against me, driving herself up.

My hands kept exploring. Over her stomach, up her sides, then closing over her breasts, making her head lower, her eyes fluttering open to look at me with a heavy-lidded gaze as I squeezed, rolled, twisted, feeling her writhing against me harder and faster with each new touch.

My cock was drenched with her desire, and it was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to shift her back slightly, and surge inside of her just like this, to feel her tight, wet walls close around me.

Instead, I reached out to the nightstand, fishing out a condom, and breaking it open.

Cinna slid away, giving me space to protect us then fist my cock for her.

“Are you going to ride my cock?” I asked, watching the flames lick higher in her eyes as she lifted up, positioning herself over me, pausing for an agonizing moment, then lowering down, taking me in. “Fuck,” I groaned, feeling her walls close around me inch by inch. “You feel so fucking good.”

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