Page 79 of Crossing Lines

The rush of ecstasy is like nothing I’ve felt before. My body is on fire. I want to be inside her. I want to keep kissing her while I’m deep in her pussy. I want to hear her sweet cries as she shatters on my dick. I’m sure she’ll sound as beautiful as she does now while we make out like unfed beings.

“We… Mmm… We can’t.” Davia tears her lips away and staggers back, gasping for air.

I catch my breath. “It’s okay. Want to lie down?”

“Kross…”

“We won’t do anything you don’t want.” I reach my hand to her.

With an exhale, she slips her fingers into my palm, and I lead her into my bedroom and grab a t-shirt from the dresser. “Change into this. It’s a satin pillowcase, so don’t worry about your curls. I have extra things in the bathroom vanity.”

“Okay.” She enters the on-suite bathroom, closing the door.

I peel off my sweatpants and haul on shorts. I reconsider removing the tee. Maybe she’ll feel comfortable with it.

Hearing the sink, I sit on the side of the bed and wait for Davia to finish. She exits the bathroom fresh-faced and cute in my t-shirt.

“Come here.” I pull the covers down for her to get into bed, then turn off the light and lie beside her. “So,canI hold you?”

“Yes,” she answers in a near whisper, scooting closer to lie on my shoulder.

I hold her in my arms and kiss her forehead. “Do you need rain or something to drown the quiet?”

“No, I…” She snuggles into the crook of my neck, whimpering like she’s frustrated. My body tingles as she makes a trail offeather-like kisses up to my jaw and pauses at my lips. “Can we kiss some more? It felt…”

“I know, baby.” I capture her lips, and our deep moans fill the dim room. I slide over on top of her and grind while devouring her mouth. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Only this.”

“Got it.” Every bit of her she allows me to have is enough, and I’ll be patient until she’s ready for more.

“Ohh,” she cries as her body quivers from an orgasm, tugging at my shirt while rotating her hips. Her juices soak the crotch of my shorts. It fills me with added pleasure. I increase my movements, grinding until my dick explodes. Then I slow down and lie there making out with her, not bothered by our wetness.

I’m not ready to move, and neither is Davia by the way she’s gripping me against her body. It’s as if we’ll dissolve into nothing if we separate again, and this is exactly how it felt on the rooftop when I touched her hand for the first time. It is all the proof I need that what’s happening between us is meant to be.

TWENTY-NINE

Gentle kisses wake me from some good sleep. My eyes flutter open, and my heart blooms when I see Kross smiling at me, his handsome face alight in the sunrays pouring into the large room.

“This is a great morning,” he says. “Waking up with you in my arms is the best feeling.”

“Hmm. It does feel good.”

He presses a tender kiss on my lips and strokes my cheek. “You can’t stay with him, Davi. Last night proves this is where you want to be.”

“Can we just… chill for a little and not talk about it?”

“All right,” he accepts. “You want breakfast?”

“You have oats, so I’ll make porridge.”

“Okay. Go ahead and use the bathroom first. I’ll take out another shirt for you.” He moves his arm and rolls away like he’s adjusting under the covers. He probably has morning wood. It’s not that I don’t want him inside me. I need to be sure before taking it there.

After showering and brushing my teeth, I slip into his t-shirt and shorts and walk to the kitchen, boiling oats porridge while Kross washes up. He emerges in shorts and a t-shirt as I pour the creamy porridge into bowls, adding blueberries and raspberries.

“Thank you.” He kisses my cheek before sitting at the island to eat. “So last night was… interesting.”

I brush over my curls, keeping my eyes on my bowl. “Yeah, it was. Disappointed we didn’t do more?”

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