Page 91 of Oar Than Friends

‘Oh, we have time.’

In a flash I pulled her on top of me, and the sight of her boobs bouncing from the movement set my heart hurtling against my ribcage. I was so fucking lucky.

I lay there, mesmerized as she smiled down at me; a smile brighter and more beautiful than any sunrise. My fingers ghosted over her thighs, her stomach quivering as my thumb brushed the sensitive spot underneath her pelvis, drawing my eyes right to her glistening, delicate centre.

I slipped a finger inside her. ‘Are you sore?’

She should be fucking sore after last night, and most of the wee hours of the morning. Yet I’d never felt sated, not after the first time I came inside her, or the fifth. It was hard to believe we hadn’t had enough, but I couldn’t ever imagine having enough of her.

‘Not when you do that,’ she rasped softly, her arousal dripping into my palm and my dick jutting hard in annoyance at being ignored.

Spreading her lips apart with my thumb, I swiped against the pink bud of her clit, ‘How about now?’

Her loud moan told me no.

Fuck me, she was something else. I could watch her body forever, I wanted to. I wanted to learn what she needed before she knew; I wanted to witness the way it reacted to every touch I made, every curl of my finger or swipe of my tongue. I wanted to know her body as well as I knew my own. I was captivated by her in a way I’d never been with anyone before. It had never occurred to me to be.

If this is what love was, sign me the fuck up.

‘Ozzy, fuck …’ My name falling off her lips swelled my dick further, and from the way her muscles were clenching around my fingers as they pumped inside her I knew she was close to coming.

Call me selfish, but I wanted that orgasm happening with mine. I wanted to experience that first strangling grip of her pussy around my cock.

‘Wait, Katey babe.’ I whipped my hand free and reached for the condoms, rolling one on as quickly as I could. I’d lifted her hips and impaled her on my dick before she had a real chance to notice. ‘Ohhh, shhiit. How good does that feel?’

Her eyes were so glazed over when I grinned up at her that I nearly came, and again when she arched her back so tightly I could only see the curve of her tits. Gripping onto her hips I rolled her gently, feeling my dick hit right at that point which made her thighs shake. I might still be learning what her body liked but the groan that came next had me thrusting hard inside her just so I could hear it again. And again.

This was going to be quick.

She burst on my cock, pulling me with her a split second after. I exploded inside her with enough force to knock me on my arse if I hadn’t already been lying down.

I licked up her chest as a lone bead of sweat rolled between her tits and I wondered how long until we could go again.

I would quite happily stay here forever.

If not forever, at the very least I wondered if anyone would miss us from the run.

I had other plans.

18. Kate

(How long do the holidays last in this country?)

‘Kate … Katey …’ warm breath curled around my ear, ‘Kate, wake up. It’s Christmas.’

I stretched under the comforter as the voice kept whispering, tugging me from my dream of snowmen and sailboats, fields and sunshine, fishing and Jake.

‘Yankee Doodle …’

Fingers brushed along my arm, my collarbone, my jaw, until consciousness took hold and I opened my eyes to find the most stunning boy looking at me like Christmas had come early. Or right on time.

Maybe I was still in my dream.

Christmas. Shit.

The beautiful boy staring at me was Oz, and I was in his bed, in his home, and it was Christmas.

‘Good morning.’ His soft lips pressed against mine and I could almost taste his happiness. It was enough that I couldn’t help but smile back, even though I was still half asleep and my dream of home was lingering in my brain.

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