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Even though he only put one of my legs around him, I wrap the other around him as well, hooking my ankles behind his ass, using my hold on him as leverage to meet his hips with mine.

Something about that seems to spur him into high gear, because soon both hands are planted on the bed with me, and I’m dropping back to my elbows. He looks down between us, watching himself piston in and out of me. I follow his gaze, and I can see why he’s mesmerized by the sight. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

But he slows, gliding almost all the way out before sliding right back in, his glutes clenching and relaxing under my calves. He starts exploring my body with his hands again, his eyes following their path, a look of wonder on his face. His big hands completely cover my tits, and while he plucks at my nipple with one hand, his other spans the distance between my sternum and my pussy, his thumb dipping down between us, gathering juices, and sliding over and around my clit.

He grins at my involuntary shiver. “There we go,” he whispers. “That’s what I like to see.”

My quick burst of laughter causes him to groan as my inner muscles clench around him. “You like seeing me shiver?”

He nods, biting his lip, his eyes once again tracking over my whole body and lingering on where his thumb is still leisurely circling my clit. “Oh, yeah. When you shiver at my touch?” He lets out a grunt of pure male satisfaction. “Knowing I do that to you is so hot. I want to watch you fall apart, feel you squeezing my cock like you did my fingers last night. Can you do that for me? Can you come while I fuck your tight little pussy?”

With a groan, I drop all the way flat on the bed. “Keep doing that, and yeah, I’m pretty sure I can.”

His thumb moves faster, but his hips keep up the same long, leisurely strokes, and the contrast is unexpectedly arousing. “Which part? The fucking? The rubbing? Or the talking?”

“Ungghh.”

It’s his turn to let out a sexy chuckle, and I feel it wash over me with its tingly warmth.

I don’t think I’ve ever laughed during sex before. Granted, my experience isn’t vast, but it’s always seemed like Serious Business. It’s something you do when you’re Ready with a capital R, not that anyone ever defines for you what that means. Well, I suppose some people believe you’re only Ready when you get married, but I’m way too young to get married, and I’m so glad that I won’t miss out on this with Simon. Because with each circle of his thumb, each thrust of his hips, he’s completely unraveling me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. What if I never get married? I’m supposed to go my whole life without ever experiencing this? What kind of nonsense is that?

“Fuck,” Simon says, starting to pick up the pace again. “You’re so fucking sexy. I wish I could last all night, but I’m not gonna make it much longer. You almost there? Fucking hell, I need you to be there. I need you to come for me, Ellie. I need to feel you. Come on, baby. You can do it. I can feel you squeezing. Are you doing that on purpose?”

I shake my head, and he flashes me a brief smile before his look of concentration settles on his face once more.

My hands grip at my sheets, searching for an anchor as Simon continues to send me up, up, up, closer and closer to the cliff, my whole body coiling tighter with each stroke, each pass of his thumb.

His free hand moves, scooping under my ass and holding me up, changing the angle just enough that I cry out at the intensity of the head of his cock dragging over my G-spot as his thumb strums my clit. And in a few more strokes, my world explodes in pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” Simon says, both hands gripping my ass now as he stops holding back, pounding into me with everything he has, prolonging my orgasm until I honestly don’t know how much more of him I can take. When he holds me still and grinds his hips against mine, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he pulses inside me, I’m both sad and relieved that he’s finished. He pumps into me slowly a few more times, milking both of us for all we’re worth, my legs shuddering and shaking each time until he collapses over me on his arms, his forehead resting on my chest.

I run my hands through his hair, and he nuzzles me, kissing the top of my left breast. “I’mma deal with the condom,” he mutters, straightening and pulling out. He grabs a wad of tissues off the nightstand and heads to the bathroom. I collapse back on the bed, my hands on my forehead like I’m trying to keep my brain from exploding.

Because holy shit. That is the kind of sex people mean when they talk about it blowing your mind.

My mind is officially blown.

And that was just the beginning.

A huge grin takes over my face.

I can’t wait to see what comes next.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Simon

“Hey, man,” Cal says when I get in late that night. “Where’ve you been?”

“Oh, uh …” And this right here is why keeping my relationship with Ellie from him is problematic. I’ve never been good at coming up with a cover story on the fly, and I was so wrapped up in her that I didn’t think about one in advance, even though I ran into this exact same situation yesterday. You’d think I’d learn, but sadly, you’d be wrong. “I was starving after practice and didn’t feel like coming home and cooking, so I went to grab something to tide me over on campus. I bumped into Ellie and ended up offering to help her with her statistics homework.”

That’s sort of true. In a very convoluted way. We did go over her statistics homework again tonight. She worked through a few more problems after I helped her last night, and she wanted me to make sure she was doing it right. So after pizza, we had round two, which involved my face between her legs for an extended period of time, and then we lounged naked in her bed while I checked her work and helped her correct a few things before her class tomorrow.

And I did offer to help her with her homework, even if that was actually last night.

Cal pulls a face, and I brace myself for his reaction. “Ellie needs help with school? She’s the brain of the family. That’s surprising.” I just shrug, because I don’t know what else to tell him. He shakes his head. “That’s really nice of you to help out my sister like that, but do you really have time? Can’t she just go to the tutoring center? Or ask the TA for help?”

I wave a hand. “It’s no big deal. I don’t mind. She’s smart, and she picks up on things quickly. I had that professor last year, and he likes to make things clear as mud. He explains the same thing multiple times in different ways, which sounds like a good thing, except he doesn’t tell you that’s what he’s doing or make it clear, so Ellie thinks he’s explaining a new concept and it confuses her. Once she realizes that the first thing he says is the only thing she needs to listen to, she’ll be fine.”

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