Sliding her hand higher up his leg, she pushed into his touch, and he gave up. He cupped her breast. Let himself enjoy the soft flesh pressed all along the length of him. She made a little contented sound and craned her neck. Lifting up, he caught her lips, kissing her deep and wet. She tasted like sleep and sex, and she was moving with the gentle rocking of his hips now, rubbing her thighs together.
And he’d come to a resolution last night. He’d decided to keep the status quo intact, keep all the ways he’d misled her to himself, and there’d been a good reason for it. Sure, it gave him two more days to enjoy all the light she shone into his life. But it let her hold on to this as a good memory, too. It afforded him another chance to treat her with all the care and kindness she deserved.
He could do that. He could take this pleasure for himself. And give it back to her every way he knew how.
He closed his eyes. Dropped his voice even lower as he succumbed. “Are you wet for me?”
Her only answer was a breathy whine and a shifting of her legs, and yeah. Every time he’d spoken to her like that, she’d squirmed and acted all uncertain about it, but her body’d never had any doubts at all.
Growling, he scraped his teeth against her neck. “Guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”
With one last tweak of her nipple, he slipped his hand down, over the smooth plane of her abdomen to the tops of her thighs, and to that soft, sweet place between.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, turning his face into the pillow. “You’re soaked. Were you having naughty dreams?”
“Maybe.”
What he would give to see inside her head. Barring that, he slipped his fingers over slick flesh, dipping two just inside to get them nice and wet before sliding them up to tease at her clit. She squeezed his hip, digging her nails in.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah.” She moved against him, thighs parting for his exploration, teeth scraping against his bottom lip. “Do you have another condom?”
He had a whole box. Pulling his hand away from her cunt, he grabbed her wrist. Put her own fingers right where his had been, because that was okay. She had to remember that she could do that. “Keep yourself warm for me.”
She must have been pretty far gone or still a little bit asleep, because there wasn’t any of the reluctance from the other night. She just curled in on herself, the motions of her fingers on her flesh sounding soft and wet in the quiet room, and fuck. He could stay there, listening and watching—maybe tasting—all day.
He huffed out a breath and tore himself away. The rest of the condoms were where he’d left them in the pocket of his bag. He tore one off from the strip and opened it up. Wrapping a hand around himself, he gave a few rough tugs at his cock before rolling the latex on, then stalked back to the bed to wrap himself around her.
She hadn’t stopped touching herself. He was dying to get inside, but he made himself slow down. With his knee, he nudged her top leg forward, making more space for him to get at all that sweetness. He ran his fingers along hers, through the slickness and across her clit, then down. She took two fingers easily, clenching around them, tight but not too tight. Wet and unbearably hot.
“Can I?” he asked.
“Yeah, God. Come on.”
Fuck, she was close already, and what a change that was from the first night. It made a warmth that had nothing to do with sex burn through his rib cage. She was so open now, so trusting. So willing to let him see her pleasure.
It was beautiful.
He drew his hand away, reaching between them to grab a hold of himself and guide his tip into place. He groaned aloud at the easy slide into her body, and it punched a noise out of her that made him even more desperate for it. When he was all the way in, he wrapped his arm around her and bit down hard at the meat of her shoulder.
“You feel so good,” he managed.
“So do you.” She moved to shift her hand away, and he shook his head.
He grasped her wrist before she could get too far, bringing her fingers back to the place where they were joined. “No. Don’t stop.”
“But you’re—” She honestly sounded confused.
“Fucking you,” he finished for her. “Yeah, believe me, I know.”
“So . . .”
“So keep touching yourself.”
“You don’t want to . . .”
He wasn’t sure where she was going with that, but he shook his head all the same. “I want to fuck you while you finger that sweet little clit. Can you do that for me, Kate?”
The moan that wrung from her was a twisted mix of mortification and arousal, and it made him start to rock his hips, unable to resist the temptation to move within her. Even those short strokes had him clutching her tighter, and yeah. He wanted her mad for it. He wanted her to remember this.
“Can you?” he asked again. “Can you make yourself come on my cock?”
“Yeah.” It was high-pitched breath of a word.
And it was all he needed to hear.
He drew back farther this time before driving back in, running his hand up and down her side. He’d always loved having sex spooned together like this—the proximity and the heat of it, all the access it afforded to a girl’s clit and tits.
Here in the dim light of dawn, in this bed, with this girl, it felt even more intimate. Having to stay wrapped up tight against her back matched his mood in selfish ways. He wanted to be close. Wanted the freedom to touch her skin and kiss her ears and shoulders and neck. He wanted to give her the best sex she’d ever had, so she’d never be afraid of it again. He wanted to give her everything.
A haze of slick wanting and motion blurred his vision as he sped his hips. It was a mix of technique and instinct, and the way she seemed to bring out the best in him. He blanked his mind to the crescendo of sensation, holding out, trying to push her over.
She panted when he rubbed her nipple between his fingertips, and it only got louder when he dragged his hand up to her face and ran his thumb across her lips. It was dirty and perfect, and he pressed the pad of his finger between her teeth, only to have her suck on it hard.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” he murmured. He tugged free of her mouth and rubbed wet fingers across the peak of her breast.
She twisted and fucked herself back onto his cock, hand flying between her legs. It had his balls tensing, ready to shoot, but he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
“Come for me. Squeeze me. Let go, Kate. Come all over me, make me come, give it up and—”
She cut him off, crying out his name, and fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it felt even better than he’d thought it would. He sped his strokes, shifting his hand to hold her by the hip. Giving into the heat and tightness of her, the feel of her all against his front. The smell of sweetness and sex, and just her.
“God, Kate—”
His whole world went dark as he released himself into her, fucking forward with a few last strokes until the sensitivity got to be too much. Buried within her, he stilled, just trying to fill his lungs. After a long few breaths, he forced his fingers to uncurl, petting her flank and hoping he hadn’t grabbed her hard enough to bruise.
It would be just one more thing to feel guilty about, if he’d left any marks on her skin.
As gently as he could, he wrapped his arm around her, tucking her close. They lay there together like that in silence until he started to go soft. Wishing he didn’t have to, he drew back, slipping from her warmth and pressing his lips to the point of her jaw.
Before he could get any farther, though, she twisted around, lifting up a hand to touch his face, tugging him down again to meet her mouth with his. It was a soft kiss, a serious one.
He pulled back after a long moment. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He opened his mouth to ask if she were sure, but what right did he have to press? “Okay.” He leaned in for another kiss before drawing away, rolling over to the edge of the bed. Keeping his back to her, he scrubbed a hand through his hair and rose.