Page 67 of Crash

“Oh, my God! Seriously, Luke. I’m on the pill. Do you know what that means?”

Understanding dawns on me and before I know it, I’m jumping on top of her and devouring her mouth, kissing her senseless. I leave her mouth and kiss my way down her neck to her breasts. I take each brown nipple in my mouth, sucking, biting, and pulling. The only sounds in the room now are her moans.

I finally slide my hand between her legs to find her dripping wet.

“You know how you refer to me as barbarian? Well, I’m about to go really barbarian on your ass. Spread those legs.”

She spreads wide and I slide inside of her bare, filling her to the hilt. She calls out my name, and I nearly come inside of her, but I manage to get control of myself.

“Hold onto me. Things are about to get rough.”

“Go for it,” she says.

Without ever breaking eye contact, I thrust into her over and over again, pulling out and filling her completely. I know she wants to lay her head down, but she refuses to look away.

I lean down and bite her bottom lip, pulling and sucking it.

Her wet pussy pulls me in, taking me deeper with each thrust.

“I love you,” I say, barely able to hold on.

She digs her nails into my shoulders. “I love you, too,” she moans.

I spill as soon as the words leave her mouth. She’s right behind me, screaming, calling out my name and convulsing underneath me.

“Best Christmas present ever,” I say as I collapse on her back. She moves from underneath me as I start to kiss the back of her neck, a spot I’ve recently discovered is very sensitive

“You have got to let me rest,” she moans, moving her hair out of her face. I laugh as I pull her into my arms. She’s right. This is the fourth time I’ve had her tonight. The first time only lasted a few minutes, followed by her riding me. We took a break only for us to sixty-nine and get each other off with our mouths. This last time was of me taking her from the back.

“How about some food? I’m starving and it’s barely ten o’clock. I’ll cook.” That did the trick because she’s out of bed and puts on a pair of matronly button-down pajamas.

“Where did you get those things?” I ask as I undo a few of the buttons. “They’re hideous.”

“I’ll be sure to tell my aunt you said that. She gave me these for Christmas.”

“I love your aunt, but she must not realize how sexy you are.” That gets a laugh out of her.

“I don’t think she does.”

I take her hand, intertwine our fingers, and make the trek to the kitchen.

“Okay, apparently the housekeeper didn’t shop this week. Do you feel like pizza or Chinese?” I ask after standing in front of the near-empty fridge for several minutes.

“Pizza and wings.”

CHAPTER 39

VIVI

It’s hard to admit, but I’ve been a huge idiot. This weekend has been amazing and to think it could have been that way months ago makes me angry at myself, but I can only move forward.

He’s like a heat source. And he sleeps like the dead because I’ve been lying on top of him for ten minutes and he still hasn’t budged. Despite being fully clothed, I can feel how hard he is. If he has it his way, he’ll wake up and slide inside of me as if he’s been doing it for years, but we don’t have time for that this morning.

Taking matters into my own hands, I plant soft kisses on his neck. When his large hands find my ass, he starts to knead and gets harder.

“Good morning,” I say against his neck.

“You have on too many clothes,” he groans.

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