Page 157 of Only in Your Dreams

The fingers in my hair turn gentle, stroking over my scalp as I run my tongue over her pussy. She’s doing her best to stay quiet, and I think that’s why she’s squirming so hard. Thrashing underneath me, moving her fingers in my hair, trying to release the pent up feeling any way but by screaming into the room.

“So good,” she whispers.

I drag down my tongue to catch what’s started to drip out of her. “One hour?”

“One hour. One day. Take a whole fucking year down there—”

I take her clit between my lips and her entire body starts to shudder, thighs lift off the bed. And that’s when I pull away. When she realizes I’m not coming back for more, she allows herself a long, mournful sound. I surface from under the covers to find her sulking, skin so dewy, eyes dazed.

“We agreed on one minute.” I kiss her pout. “Next time, let me have my way.”

“Next time, don’t look so smug that I cancel the sex.” Mel starts to sit up, but I hold her still, pulling her hands over her head.

“You’re gonna want the sex,” I say, kissing her neck. “It’s good luck. For your interview later.”

“Good luck sex?”

“Yeah. My version of your four-leaf clovers. It’ll work, you’ll see.”

She lets out a weak moan when I rub my cock over her clit, and her legs fall open, wrap around my hips, drawing me closer. The second I slide inside her, she throws back her head, crying out.

“Shh,” I say, covering her mouth with mine, swallowing her sounds as I start to fuck her, slow so that the bed doesn’t squeak. I take my time with her and I feel everything, every part of her. This is almost too much.

“Melody,” I mumble against her lips. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna come fast. I…”

It’s the groggy morning sex. How her nails scrape gently up and down my back. It’s her smooth skin slipping along mine, the heat of her pussy sending a sharp rush down my spine.

It’s—

My eyelids wrench open.

“Melody.” I slick back the hair sticking to her forehead, trying to get her attention, and she whimpers. “Mel, I… I didn’t—”

Her idyllic gaze travels over my face. “What?”

“I didn’t put on a condom. I’m clear, but…”

“Oh.” She’s barely alert, but there’s a tiny spark of recognition deep in her eyes. She lifts her hips when mine slow down, drawing my cock in and out of her, doing the work for me.

I stroke her cheek. “You’re gonna have to give me more than anoh, Clo. Are you on something?”

She blinks fast, clawing at consciousness. “Yeah. Yes,” she says, looking me in the eye now. “I have an IUD. And I got checked after my breakup—” She gasps when I take over fucking her again.

“You’re an angel.” My forehead presses against hers. Skin-to-skin like this with nothing between us, I can barely suck in a breath. “I need you to stay nice and quiet while I fuck you. Can you do that?”

She nods frantically, but when I drop to suck her nipple into my mouth, she cries out my name.

“That’s not gonna work for me,” I say, licking a path back up her body, and I’m momentarily distracted by the sight of her blissed-out face rocking up and down her pillow every time my hips meet hers. “Those are my pretty sounds. No one else gets to hear them anymore.”

I flip her onto her stomach and settle my pillow under her hips. God, this view. I palm her ass, squeezing hard. “You’ve got the perfect ass, you know that?”

“Then do something with it.”

She squirms, offering herself up, but there’s no way I can spank or finger her without making it crystal clear to the kid downstairs what’s going on in this room.

“You can get some of that later.” She turns her chin, looking for my lips. I let her have them just long enough to line up my cock. “Bite down on your pillow, Clo.”

Her moan is muffled this time, and I almost regret telling her to curb her sounds, missing them instantly.

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