Page 60 of One Day

I move my hand toward the small of her waist, using my other to set my laptop on the nightstand. She takes the movement as her cue to climb into my lap and immediately grinds down.

A groan falls from my lips at the motion, my body reacting to her presence almost immediately, but I can feel it in the greediness of her hands that something is off. She’s not all here. Her head is in the clouds, and I want her all with me.

“Sunny, wait.” I move my hands into her hair, framing her face between the palms of my hands to separate us. “Everything okay?”

She nods and moves to kiss me again, and against my better judgment, I stop her. I hold both of us in place and study her face until her eyes meet mine. Like the crack down the center of us, the lines of confusion in our friendship are slowly fusing back together, finding new pathways.

“Something’s up,” I say, running my thumb along her cheek. “Talk to me.”

“It’s stupid,” she whispers, resting her hands on my chest as she leans into me. Her lips meet my jaw, slowly moving towards my ear. “Really, really stupid. And I let it upset me for no reason because, at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s not stupid if it upsets you.” I squeeze her hips and pull her forward, her hips rolling forward in the process. “Tell me what happened.”

She sighs. “Can we not? Just for right now,” she asks, a silent plea in her voice, and I try my best to ignore the break in her voice. “I just want to focus on you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

I nod my head and lift her up, setting her on her back. A whimper escapes her lips when I roll my growing erection into her. A smile crosses my lips when I see the heated look on her face, kissing down her jaw to the hollow of her throat.

“You smell good.”

I lift my head with a grin, my lips grazing the underside of her jaw. “Yeah?”

She nods her head with a hooded look. “Really, really fucking good,” she mutters, running her fingers over my chest. They move slowly to the small of my back, and when her fingertips dip into the waistband of my sweatpants, a shiver runs up my back.

“Your hands feel good.”

“I bet my mouth feels better.” When she lifts her leg up, resting her knee against my hip, I let her flip us over so she can straddle my waist. My hands run over her thighs and towards the button of her jeans, laughing when she swats at my hands. “Not yet.”

“Whatever you say, Sunny. You’re in charge.”

Her eyes light up at that, and I realize she might like being the one in charge for a change. That she can lead us in the next direction, so when she moves her hands down my arms until they’re in mine and lifts them above my head, leaning over me as she does, I let her.

“In that case, hands here for the duration of the ride, got it?” she asks, sliding her hands down my arms and over my collarbone until they rest on my bare chest.

“Got it,” I say, tangling my fingers in my hair to keep myself from reaching for her.

She grins and leans back down, pressing her chest to mine as her thumb darts over my bottom lip. “Good boy,” she whispers before kissing me, her tongue meeting mine.

A thrill runs down my back at the praise, my muscles tightening in anticipation when her lips are on my collarbone before slowly making a trail down my chest and torso to the waistband of my sweats. When her fingers dip beneath the elastic, she lifts her head to meet my gaze and tugs on the fabric.

“Hips.”

Pressing my shoulders into the mattress, I lift my hips to let her pull them down and free me from my boxers. “It seems wildly unfair that I’m naked and you’re still fully clothed,” I say, eyeing the clothes still hiding her skin from me.

She answers by running her tongue along the length of my shaft, taking the tip between her lips, and I lose all sense of the world around me. It’s just me, her, and her warm mouth wrapped around me. On instinct, I bring my hand down to tangle in her hair, and the second I do, she pulls back and grabs my hand, pushing it back up.

“Hands to yourself or I stop, understood?”

I nod my head and link my fingers together under my head. She watches me for a second longer before running her tongue over the head of my cock. Her fingers wrap around my shaft in a firm tug, my muscles tightening.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling at my hair.

She continues to torture me slowly, and when she sits up with a grin, it’s clear just how much she likes being in control. She likes it being her choice, and I like being the safe space for her to make that choice. I like seeing her this free. Telling me what she wants and taking it without any regrets.

“Sunny,” I moan her name when her hands slide off my legs, reaching for the button of her jeans to work the denim over her hips.

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