Page 98 of Why Not Both?

“Spencer,” she says, and I recognize the sound. It’s been months since I heard it last. She doesn’t need to tell me she’s almost there. I can hear it in the way she says my name.

I keep my pace, sliding my fingers slowly in and out of her, licking and sucking at her clit as she starts to unravel.

“Fuck,” she says. And then she moans as her climax squeezes my fingers tight. I stop moving them, but continue relentlessly licking at her clit, driving her higher until the moan turns to a scream. She slaps her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound. I lift up and remove her hands, replacing them with my mouth and she kisses me desperately, licking the taste of herself off my lips.

I undo my pants and shove them down. My dick springs free, straining toward her wet heat. I hesitate for a second.

“You’re sure about this?” I ask.

Her eyes find mine, the pupils blown out so there’s only a thin ring of green around them.

“You’ve done the teasing. Now it’s time for the fucking.” She lifts her hips, her pussy brushing against the tip of my cock, inviting me in. “Fuck me, Spencer. Please.”

I capture her lips again and drive into her in a swift, hard thrust, sheathing myself right to the hilt. The knowledge that I’m inside her, with nothing separating us, almost makes me come right then. I hold still, gathering the reins of my control until I’m certain I can do this right. I sit up on my knees again, draping one of her legs over my shoulder, allowing me just that little bit more depth, and then I start to move.

“Fuck, Lis. Your pussy is so fucking wet.”

I slide out and back in, slowly, reminding myself of the feeling of her wrapped around me. Her hair is spread out on the pillow I slept on when I was a teenager, and the sight of her, open and ravishing, her clothes still on and in complete disarray, is so erotic that I move faster. She moans, her hands searching for something to hold onto as I drive into her again and again, finally ending up pressed against the headboard so she can meet my thrusts.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Lis.”

My thumb touches her clit, massaging gently, and she bites her lip, hard, turning the skin around those red lips pink. I know she’s trying to keep from screaming. “Let it go,” I tell her.

She shakes her head.

“Let it go, Lis. Let me hear what I’m doing to you.”

Her eyes flutter closed and another moan escapes her, but that’s not what I want. I lean down, bracing myself above her, pressing her leg toward her chest, gaining another fraction of depth inside her.

“Let me hear you.”

I thrust harder, massage her clit faster, and then she shudders. She screams and I capture the sound, kissing her as her body convulses around me. Then, I groan as my own release floods me. It’s powerful enough that I literally see stars.

I collapse, letting her leg slide to the side, and try to move beside her, but she wraps her arms around me and pulls me back.

“Uh-uh. Stay here,” she says, her voice distant.

I smile. “I don’t want to crush you.”

“You won’t. Stay here.”

So I lay my weight down on her and she takes it, pulling her arms in between us and holding my shirt in her hands, keeping me in place. I kiss her hair and her cheek and her jaw. She just lays there, eyes closed with a satisfied smile.

“How are you not uncomfortable? I’m not exactly light.”

She shifts, tucking as much of her body underneath me as she can. “It’s nice. You’re like a weighted blanket.”

I laugh. She shifts again, reminding me of the clothes that still separate us. “I haven’t had fully clothed sex in a long time.”

She cracks her eyes open and they’re shining with happiness and, if not love, something very close to it.

“It wasn’t bad,” she says.

I nip at her neck and she squeals and bats me away, laughing. I open my mouth to tell her I love her. Because she can hear it now and it won’t freak her out, right? But what comes out is, “You’re going to stay this time, right? We’re together now.”

Our faces are so close together. I watch as the doubt floods into her features and my heart cracks.

“Don’t say no,” I say, not giving her a chance to speak. “If the answer is no, just don’t say it.”

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