Page 109 of Spring Awakening

She laughs. “You can do whatever you want, baby.” Zach pulls her closer, lifting her away from the counter. He basically runs through the hallway, and she’d call him out on it if she weren’t desperate to know what he feels like inside her, and she doesn’t think she’ll have to wait long when he starts rubbing himself along her cunt and making her gasp every time he hits her clit.

“Zach…” She moans when he rubs against her as he carries her up the stairs. His hands are firm and steady, letting her writhe against him without fear of falling, and the way his body holds her close has her thinking about other positions they could try.

He lightly tosses her on the bed, then immediately leans over to pull the zipper of her dress down, and he’s about to realise how desperately she was hoping he’d fuck her today. He pulls her dress to her feet, and she kicks the offending item off her toes, her legs widening for him like this is natural.

Zach traces the edge of her lace pants with his fingers, and she misses his face, so she props herself up on her elbow and casually runs her fingers through his hair.

“Did you wear these for me?” he whispers, holding her gaze as he licks a stripe from her entrance to her clit, just on the edge of not enough while she still has her underwear on.

“These are,” she starts, breath choppy, and almost loses her train of thought, “my everyday underwear,” she continues as casually as possible—which isn’t very casual when he’s looking at her like he’s about to devour her.

“So, you won’t mind if they get torn?” he asks, running his fingertips under the seam.

“I don’t care,” she whispers, fingers gripping the bedsheets. His hand tenses around the material slowly, a smirk forming over his face as she rolls her eyes.

“Fine!” She laughs, moving her hands down to pull her pants off. They are some of her favourites, and they’re discontinued, so it just makes good sense. Zach bats her hands away playfully and pulls them down for her, taking his time to fold them into a neat pile while she lies there, legs open and waiting for him.

“Such a dickhead,” she says, with far too much adoration in her voice.

“How rude,” he replies, returning to the space she left for him. Her head hits the mattress as he strokes his finger through her cunt. She appreciates that he doesn’t call her out on being this wet for him already. She misses his face, and she goes to look at him, but then he flicks his tongue over her clit, and she decides to stay right where she is.

“Zach,” she gasps, as he hits the perfect spot. Mali’s not even sure why she called his name.

“Yeah?” he asks, and the vibrations as he dips his tongue in her are making her see stars.

“I love you,” she replies, her hand tightening in his hair. Zach hums, and she can feel him smiling against her. She lets herself enjoy the feel of his tongue on her and the way his hands hold her thighs open.

“Fuck,” she moans as he licks her. He reaches for her hand, and she gives it to him because the sparks are starting at the base of her spine, and her muscles are tightening of their own accord, and she’s close. So close.

“Baby,” he says, pulling back, and she moans, feeling her orgasm slip away. He pulls her tighter to him with one hand around her thigh.

“Zach,” she says, and it sounds alarmingly like a whimper.

“Yes? What do you want?” He presses small kisses to her legs, her lips, everywhere she wants him but nowhere that she needs him.

“I want you to make me come,” she whines. “But I miss you. Can you come up here?”

He crawls up her body, his lips against her skin with every movement. He’s so attractive it makes her dizzy. The way his abs flex as he moves. The hard lines of his shoulders. The way his dick hits his stomach.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“I can work with it,” she replies.

He laughs, his fingers taking over from his tongue as he crawls up her body. She pulls him closer. They’re basically panting into each other’s mouths because they can’t get their lips to lock, but it’s working for her. It feels messy and sweaty and all too amazing when he flicks his tongues against hers. The way their tongues meet, probing into each other’s mouths, is filthy and makes her walls clench, and she feels dangerously close to the edge.

“Missed me, huh?” he asks, mouth slick from where he was working her over, and she wants to tell him yes, she did miss him. She always misses him, every second he’s not with her. But his fingers are moving at the perfect speed, and the look in his eyes is threatening to send her over the edge, and she wants to come with his mouth on hers. So, she says nothing as she bringshim closer with a hand on the back of his neck, and as she feels her toes curl, his hand retreats.

“Oh my God, fuck you,” she moans. It takes longer for the sensation to leave her this time, and she thinks if she could rub her thighs together, it would be enough to send her over the edge, but Zach’s on top of her. Her body shakes, and she’s never been so turned on in all her life. She wants him to do whatever he wants with her. The filthiest things he can imagine, because she knows he’ll be so soft with her. He’ll fuck her hard, but his lips will be against her shoulder. He’ll make her work for it, but he’ll tell her she’s perfect at the same time.

“You’re so right,” Zach says, licking along her bottom lip. She chases him, but he’s too fast. “This is fun.”

She laughs, pulling him closer. She doesn’t mind what he does. She only ever wants to be with him. Trying new things, figuring out each other’s bodies. But shereallyneeds to come, so she wraps her hand around his dick.

“Mal,” he warns, dropping his forehead to her shoulder.

“I thought you’d be the kinda boyfriend that wanted me to come first,” she whispers, pumping him steadily, “but I guess not.”

He groans, laughing as he presses his lips to her shoulder. “You don’t play fair.” Fair or not, he pulls her hands above her head and holds them with one of his. He towers over her like this, and she’s not sure how she ever got so lucky.

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