Page 74 of Strike Zone

It’s not what I want with her, but it’s likely all she’s willing to give. I’m not going to get my feelings wrapped up in her any more than they already are knowing she’s going to run off after graduation with another man.

But if I can have her for a little while…

“Is it really comfortable sleeping in your underwear? You don’t feel weird being almost naked?” she asks, moving closer to the bed.

“Oh yeah.” I rub a hand down my chest with exaggerated movements. “The sheets are soft and cool against my skin. I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.”

“Just stay on your side of the bed with all that.” She gestures toward my crotch which is at half-mast tenting the sheets.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be a good boy.”

“Good because now I’m curious.” She slips her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and shimmies them down her legs.

My heart is beating so loud it’s all I can hear as I start to pant.

The hem of her pajama top covers just enough of her body to make you wonder what she’s wearing underneath. “I want to see if the sheets feel as good as you claim they are.” She starts unbuttoning her shirt.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I panic as she continues her striptease. It was going to be hard enough staying on my side of the bed when she was wearing clothes. Now she’s standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of blue lace panties. Fuck.

“Following your slumber party dress code. You make sleeping in your underwear sound so cozy.” She shimmies her shoulders making her tits jiggle. I’ve just entered the seventh circle of hell. She slides into bed and I’m knocked back with a tidal wave or her delicious scent.

“Oooh this is nice,” she says, burrowing further under the covers. She removes her glasses and places them on the bedside table.

“This isn’t funny,” I grumble.

“What are you talking about? You started it. I want to sleep like a baby too.” She leans forward, letting the sheet drop enough for me to see the fullness of her breasts, and kisses me on the cheek. “Goodnight, Wyatt.”

I grab her by the back of the neck before she can get too far. My kiss isn’t pretty. It’s punishing. This girl gets me so wound up I can’t see straight and I have to force myself to pull away from her.

“Goodnight, birdie,” I say, with my forehead pressed against hers. Laying back down I try to get comfortable. It isn’t easy considering how hard my dick is at the moment.

“You can’t kiss me like that and then roll over and go to sleep.” She props herself up on an elbow. “You said you weren’t going to kiss me again until I’m naked and pressed against you. I’m halfway there.” She yanks the blanket down exposing her chest.

“Fucking hell,” I curse under my breath. This woman is always pushing me to my limits. I mimic her stance and edge closer to her. “And you said you didn’t want to do anything in my mama’s house.”

“I guess we both said things we didn’t mean.”

“I meant what I said. I’m trying to be respectful of what you were asking of me.”

“I'm getting a little tired of this gentlemen act,” she says, moving a little closer. I’m trying to do the right thing here. We should talk about this first. I’ve never been a talk first kind of guy, but with her I feel it might be necessary.

“We need to go to sleep. We’ve got an early morning,” I say, gripping the covers to keep my hands from wandering up her thighs and caressing her tits that I've been dying to touch.

“We should.” She slides over and pushes her body against mine.

“Birdie,” I warn. My hand finds her hip. Instead of pushing her away, I bring her even closer. “Is this what you want?” I flip her on her back and rub my growing erection against her pussy.

Her hands grip my shoulders and she rolls her hips against my cock, causing a moment of temporary blindness.

“Wyatt,” she pleads.

I capture her lips and she responds eagerly. Sliding my palm up her side, I don’t stop until I’ve reached her breast and massage it in my hand. I have to stop kissing her for a moment to recenter myself. I’m finally touching the body that’s been the star of every fantasy I’ve had the past few months.

Now she’s here. She’s real and soft and warm.

I kiss and lick her neck as I slowly make my way down to her chest. Her fingers thread through my hair as she guides my head down her body. I swirl my tongue around her nipple and rake my teeth over the tight little bud.

She grinds into me again and it sets me on the edge of an orgasm. “Shit, birdie.” I lift my hips out of reach and rest my head on her chest for a moment to compose myself. “Give me a second.”

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