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“I love your tits,” he murmured right before he sucked a sensitive spot on the underside of my chest.
A groan left me but I managed to force out, “Me too.”
As much as I enjoyed his mouth on my breasts, I wanted more. I drew his head away and said, “Fuck me.”
He lurched up and snatched the packet from the mattress. His hands fumbled as he tore it open, and I took the condom and rolled it onto his erection. He thrust into my hand, his length hard and hot. I needed him inside me more than I needed oxygen.
Releasing him, I moved to my hands and feet. He let out a groan, and I looked back at him, finding him staring at my ass.
“Unreal.” He stroked himself twice, then rubbed his head up my slit, sending pleasure through me. “I’m not going to last long, but I’ll make it up to you.”
He pushed inside me, drawing out a moan from deep within my throat as he filled me inch by inch. He stretched me almost to the point of pain, but the burn felt so damn good.
“So fucking tight,” he gritted out. “Squeeze my dick, Maya. Just like that.”
Gripping my hips, he started fucking me in earnest. I lost myself to the pleasure coursing through me, holding onto the mattress as he moved faster.
Too soon, I felt the tell-tale pulsing in my core. “I’m gonna come.”
“Wait.” He pulled out of me, and I cried out at the sudden emptiness. Turning me onto my back, he said, “I want to watch.”
With that, he thrust inside me again. He stared into my eyes as he moved against me, and I felt the most naked I’d ever been. “Maya,” he whispered.
My heart lurched, panic swelling within me at the emotion in his gaze.
“Come for me, babe.”
I gasped, my back bowing with the force of my orgasm. Electricity zipped from my center down to my toes, and then Alonzo went rigid. His entire body strained as he came. I had a split-second thought that I could get addicted to watching him climax, but I shut it down because that felt uncomfortably close to getting attached.
Yes, the sex was good. Mind-shattering, even. But it was only for tonight, and I couldn’t let myself forget that.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Alonzo
For the second time in two days, I watched Maya sleep.
I marveled at how I was close enough to make out the shadows of her lashes where they fanned out beneath her eyes, to hear the soft roll of her breath as it passed between her parted lips. She had a white scar just beneath her chin, like she’d bumped it against a surfboard. Behind her ear was a mole so faint you’d miss it if you didn’t know where to look. Knowing about its existence made me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
I wanted to map every single mark on her body and memorize each of her tattoos. Wanted to discover the stories behind them and know Maya trusted me enough to share them.
We could get there. She’d already begun to let me in. We just needed more time…but she was leaving on Friday.
Maya’s eyes fluttered open, and I watched as awareness set in. She sat up in a rush, holding the blanket to her chest. “What time is it?”
Sitting up too, I reached for my phone. “Two-sixteen.” Sixteen minutes past our cutoff time. “Are you kicking me out?”
She hesitated, and disappointment sank in my stomach.
“It’s alright,” I told her, wanting to preempt the rejection that was written on her face. The past few hours had been more than I’d bargained for or even expected to get at the start of the day. I wouldn’t fault her for sticking to our terms.
“It’s a workday,” she said in what must have been the gentlest voice I’d heard from her.
“A school day for me.” I chuckled humorlessly.
“That’s work too, right? You’re working toward your career by studying.” Her brows lifted. “Am I wrong?”
A genuine smile spread across my face. This girl. “No.”
