Page 122 of Behind the Net

“Sorry, baby.” I crawl over her, hovering with my elbows on either side of her head, caging her in. I tip her chin up and kiss her, and her breath tickles my face as she lies there in a puddle. “Can’t help myself.” I press kiss after kiss to her face, to her cheekbones, to her forehead, to her nose, to her eyes, to her soft, pliant, warm, inviting mouth.

She’s perfect, my Pippa.

Her hands trail up and down my arms, over my chest. Her nails scrape the stubble down my neck, through my chest hair, over my abs, over the ridges of my back. I’m so hard it hurts, but I wouldn’t interrupt this moment for anything. I love her like this, sated and pleased and calm.

In this moment, we’re the only people in the universe. Nothing else matters. There’s no family drama, no exes, no worries about careers or the future or getting our hearts broken.

It’s just us.

“Songbird,” I whisper, because I love her.

Her eyes meet mine, full of affection, and for a moment, I think she might love me, too. I kiss her deeply, sinking into her warm, pliant mouth, and while I’m caught up in my pretty songbird, mooning over her, she reaches down and pulls my straining cock out of my boxers and gives it a firm stroke.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan into her mouth before yanking my boxers off. “Hold on a second, baby.”

I’m too close to the edge, and I want this to last. It never lasts with Pippa, and I want as much out of this as I can get.

My cock settles in the cradle between her thighs. Her pussy is still wet, so warm, and electricity travels up and down my spine, numbing my brain, letting the base instincts take over.

I drag my cock through her wetness, and the urgent need to come beats all the thoughts from my head.

Nirvana. I’ve reached it. It’s between Pippa’s legs.

“Do it again,” she coaxes, tilting her hips, dragging friction and arousal down my length.

Oh, fuck. This is too good. My cock aches and I can’t stop from sliding against her again. Her pussy is soaked, warm, coating me in wetness.

“Oh my god,” she moans, staring up at me like I’m a god. “That feels good. So good.”

Power thrums through my blood, and I do it again, sliding my cock through her, against her clit. Her eyes roll back, and my pulse pounds in my ears.

“Like this?” My voice is ragged. I don’t know how long I can do this for. It’s too intense.

“Yes,” she gasps, writhing as I keep stroking against her. “Jamie. Like that. Shit.” Her last curse is in surprise, like she can’t believe it.

“When I finally fuck you, Pippa, I’m going to come so fucking hard inside your tight pussy.” I find a rhythm, stroking myself against her.

I don’t tell her that when I finally fuck her, it’s going to break me. She’ll ruin me. I think she already has.

“I want that,” she gasps out, hips canting to meet mine.

“I want it, too. You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted it for.”

Her nails dig into my back, and pleasure sparks at the base of my spine. Her moans pitch higher, breathier, and her eyes go wider.

“Oh, fuck. Jamie. Please.”

“Please what?” I’m holding on for dear life here as I slide against her again.

“Please fuck me,” she breathes. “I need it, Jamie.”

Her expression is pleading and filled with affection and love.

I love this girl. I’m not ready to tell her, because it feels dangerous and risky, and more than anything, I want what I have with Pippa to last.

I can’t tell her that I love her, but I can show her.

My jaw is tight as I jerk a nod. “Okay.” The word scrapes out like sandpaper. “Yes.”

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