Page 82 of Hidden But Not Safe

It wasn’t just his lips that were sensitive. Her breasts shifted along his chest, her nipples dragging against him. His leg was trapped between hers, the material of his jeans beginning to dampen where her pussy writhed against it.

Naz lifted his knee, pressing his thigh into her harder.

Meg’s lips broke away from his as she moaned. “Oh, fuck!” Her eyes squeezed shut as she rode his thigh. “I feel like I’m fucking you.”

Her thigh rubbed along his straining erection every time she moved, making him impossibly hard with the friction.

Meg braced herself on her hands, her torso lifting so she humped his leg harder and faster.

Naz’s hands found her breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers and rolling them the way she’d taught him.

She arched, wet and hot against his thigh as her legs widened. Her thigh remained between his legs as she rode him, nudging his dick with each rock of her hips.

“Feels good. Feels so fucking good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He shifted his leg up and into her rocking, finding her rhythm as his body flushed with heat. Saliva puddled in his mouth.

“I can come just from this.” She moaned, moving against his leg even faster. “I swear I’m going to come.”

His fingers tightened on her nipples as she rocked, and his gaze devoured her parting lips, her glazing eyes. Her face filled with the expression he remembered, the one he’d been craving. She cried out and soaked his leg, still pressed against her pulsing pussy.

His dick was hard, so fucking hard, and her pulse rushed along it through her thigh.

Meg’s face dropped, her lips capturing his bottom lip, sucking and biting and pulling it into her mouth, and increasing the sensation inside him into an explosion.

A sound like a sob broke out of him as he lost all sense. The world dimmed while he arched his hips and flooded his jeans with cum.

When he drifted back inside his body, his chin and neck were wet with his drool. It brought a chill to his body. He probably looked disgusting to her.

Meg grinned down at him. “Please tell me it’s true.” She kissed his mouth sloppily with a giggle. “Tell me I made you come.”

His body felt weak and empty, and there was a mess in his pants, but she was happy.

She wiped at his chin, sliding down his wet neck. “I did this.” There was a huskiness to her voice. “Watching you blank out while you come is sexy.” Her wet hand braced on the bed, and she rubbed those gorgeous breasts of hers against his chest before leaning down by his ear.

“I made you cream your pants, Ignacio. I made you feel so good, didn’t I?”

She added a new voice in his head that brought peace, not shame.

Meg lifted her head, some of her confidence fracturing as she searched his eyes, worry filling hers. “Tell me you’re okay. That this was okay.”

His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her tight against him, becoming more aware of the mess he’d made. Meg’s hands burrowed under him in return, and she sighed into his skin.

“You weren’t even inside me, and this is the best sex I’ve ever had,” Meg said, melting into his body.

Sex couldn’t be the right word, not for what they’d just done. It hadn’t felt awful the way sex always had.

Meg’s lips brushed against his chest. She yawned before nuzzling him.

He thought she’d fallen asleep when he rolled her gently to the bed so he could slip out to clean up.

She let out a small snort, and he looked back at her, watching her stretch.

“I’ll have to wash your jeans again in the morning.” Her smile was his favorite, the small, genuine one, and it took his breath away.

“Leave them in the bathroom. I want to see them soaked with cum in the morning, or I’ll think this was all a dream.”

He twisted toward her, pressing his mouth against her smiling lips to absorb her happiness.

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