Page 103 of Between Us

She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Yeah, I do,” she whispers. “I mean, you helped me get here… for better or worse,” she teasingly adds.

“Then I’m in this with you. Every step of the way.”

That seems to be enough for her for now because she just grabs my jaw and practically climbs up my body. I grip her thighs, hoist her up to my waist and walk us to the bed. It’s a short walk, but her lips don’t leave mine once.

Dropping onto the edge of the bed, I hold her in my lap and guide her hips as she grinds against me. Her kisses mingle with the raspy moans she doesn’t try to hide from me.

My hands squeeze her ass harder, and she throws her head back, letting out one of the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard. As she continues to ride my lap, I move my mouth down her neck and unbutton the pajama top she’s wearing.

Almost missing it from being too caught up in my desire for her, I pull back and take her in. She’s wearing a red lace bra that contrasts her soft, milky skin fucking beautifully. It’s sheer and gives me the perfect view of her peaked nipples. One of my hands glides up her side and cups her tit, my thumb running against the bud.

“You buy this for me, pretty girl?” She nods, looking at me through her lashes. There’s a coy energy to her now, but I get the feeling it’s more of an act than anything.

And I know for a fact I’ve never been harder than I am right now. I desperately need to be buried in her tight pussy immediately.

“I’m one lucky fucking man.” She smashes our mouths together again, sliding her hot, little tongue against mine. Against her lips, I ask, “Is it a matching set?”

Instead of answering, she climbs off of me and bites her lip. Leaning back onto my elbows, I watch as she slides the matching pajama shorts down and reveals a tiny scrap of red fabric. It barely covers the short, dark curls between her thighs, but it’s my favorite wet dream come to life.

“Come here. Right now,” I tell her. And she obediently crawls up my body and settles herself over my hard cock. Knowing that it’s better we don’t waste too much time, we make quick work of my shirt and pants, taking off my underwear and pajama pants in one go.

She leans down to kiss me again, and I realize something important. “Wait,” I grab her shoulders and gently push her back. “Fuck. I didn’t bring any condoms… I didn’t think we’d do this tonight.”

“Oh,” she murmurs and crawls off my body. Immediately, I regret my words even though I know it’s the responsible choice for both of us.

As I watch her crawl to one of her nightstands and open the drawer, I realize that she’s grabbing something.

Then her hand pops out with a strip of four condoms. She falls on her stomach and looks at me over her shoulder.

I grab the aluminum packets from her and tease, “Wow, only four left?Red flag.”

She rolls her eyes, shyness creeping out. “I stole them from your nightstand a few nights ago. Ididprepare for this.”

“And thank fuck you did.” Lightly, I slap her ass. It isn’t hard enough to even be considered spanking, just enough to watch the way it jiggles from the contact. “Pretty and smart,” I muse.

Laughing, she moves to turn onto her back, but I grab one of the round globes to stop her. “I want you like this.” To punctuate my point, I tap the side of her ass again.

She lets out a deep breath that has a hint of a whimper mixed in and nods. “Yes, yes.” Pressing her head into the mattress as I massage her bottom more, she quietly demands, “Fuck me.”

I’m already tearing open one of the packets as she spreads her legs wider and lifts her hips a couple inches off the bed.

“Even with this on”—I snap the string of fabric between her ass cheeks—“I can see how wet you are, baby.”

“I want you so bad,” she whines.

Rolling the condom on, I tilt my head and take in the beautiful sight in front of me. Blake laid out in front of me—at my mercy and with her trust in my hands—her arousal already soaking through her panties. And I haven’t even really touched her yet.

“I love seeing how desperate you are for my cock,” I smirk while sliding the thin scrap of fabric to the side and working two fingers into her. Her hips are already bucking against the mattress and she’s clawing at the sheets, looking for a fullness I’ll soon give her.

“I love when you’re buried deep inside me. I need it.” She cries out when I remove my fingers from her.

“You do, huh?” Aligning the tip of my cock to her tight, wet entrance, I slide home in one, long thrust. “Like this, baby? This is what you need?”

“Yes, yes,yes,” she chants, those words turning into my name, as I start to thrust into her at a rigorous pace.

And hearing the way she gasps for air while I’m stretching her around my cock, is easily my favorite sound in the world now.

“I could stay here all fucking night, pretty girl, but we don’t have that time right now.” Positioning myself better behind her, I reach around her body—one hand gripping her breast and pinching her nipple through the fabric, the other finds her clit and starts to work the sensitive bundle of nerves. “You’re going to come for me quick and hard—then the next time you’re home with me, I’ll spend hours worshipping your perfect fucking body the way you deserve. Understand?”

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