Page 100 of Old Habits

Will take hold of my hips, aligning us closer together. I breathe deeply, soothing my twisting nerves as I feel his tip between my crevice. I grip the pillow ever harder, moaning with approval for him. I’m still shaking with desire, nowhere near satisfied. I need to feel him inside. I want to give him this. I want to give Will Myers all of me on the off chance I never can again.

He pushes in, unleashing a fresh pleasure throughout my body. I hear his groans behind me and his fingers dig harder into my skin. Still, he doesn’t lose control. I’m safe and warm in his capable embrace. My climax builds again.

“Will,” I moan his name, barely able to hold myself up.

He fucks me a little faster, but not harder, stroking the same inch inside repeatedly before daring to go in further. I balance on one hand, reaching the other between my legs to touch myself.

“More,” I beg.

Pleasure blends with the promise of discomfort, pushing me closer to the edge. He caresses my body, firm and gentle, adding balance to his rough thrusts and I fall for him all over again. My knees go weak and my arms buckle beneath me. Will guides us down to let me rest but I’m so close again. I don’t want to stop.

We settle on the bed, his cock still raging inside of me and I bring myself to orgasm with one last stroke of my clit. He groans with me, easily feeling it as I tighten around him.

“Can I come in you?” he breathes into my ear.

I don’t hesitate. “Yes,” I say, moaning.

Will wraps an arm around me, holding me close as he takes his final thrusts. I feel it happen; a sudden invasion of warmth that spills out against my skin. I reach back to hold him, finding whatever part of him I can cling to. I latch onto the back of his head and he presses his open mouth into my shoulder to breathe and groan with release.

He collapses with me and we lie still together. His fingers twitch along my hip. His pulse runs wild. His body heat blends with mine. I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

After a few moments — or minutes, I don’t know — he lets go of me and slides off the bed to leave the room. I prop up onto my elbow and wait for him to come back. When he does, he carries a wet washcloth in one hand and a dry one in the other to help clean me up.

“Thank you,” I tell him, reaching for the wet one.

He smirks. “Thank you.”

I laugh as I clear the semen dripping out of me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer. “I’m great, actually.”

He joins me again, slinking in close to kiss my shoulder. “I tried not to hurt you.”

“You didn’t.”

“Good.” He smiles and lays on his side. “So, do you think there will be a second time for everything?”

I laugh. “Maybe.”

“Because I would not mind doing that again.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule.”

His grin fades and he looks at my left hand. “Yeah, speaking of…”

I look down, quickly catching sight of the new rock on my finger. A wave of warmth washes over me again. Will’s fiancée. My future fake husband.

He clears his throat. “We should tell our parents first. In person,” he adds. “My mother will kill me if someone else tells her about this before I can.”

“Maybe your parents,” I say. “Hank’s never been privy to my personal details. No reason to start now.”

“Jove…” He pulls a more serious tone. “He’s your dad.”

“That word means something different in my family than it does in yours.”

Will pauses. I can tell he wants to try and talk me into it but he moves on instead.

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