I do. My hair is pulled tight behind me, my head plastered against the side of his neck in the crook of his shoulder.
My heart misses a few beats when I catch my reflection on the ceiling.
“What—”
“Open your eyes and look how beautiful you are when I make you come,” he interrupts, his thrusts turning rougher.
His hand slides between my legs, spreading my fold, and starts rubbing my clit with the light pressure he discovered makes my eyes roll.
“Look how perfect you are. How well we fit together, like you were meant for me, all this time.”
He thrusts faster, and I can’t look away from our reflection. The pinkish tone my skin is turning from the heat of the water and the pleasure coursing through me. From the deep blue of his eye and the adoration I see in them.
“Do you see how long I’ve been craving you?”
The muscles of my legs tense and I reach for my nipples, moaning from the overwhelming stimulation.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come for me. Come with me. See how you undo me when you squeeze my cock with your pussy.”
The flutter in my lower belly intensifies until it feels like my whole body is going to burst. I fight the urge to close my eyes, to let the pleasure completely take me away, so I can reallylookat us in the ceiling mirror.
“Soon, there will be nothing between us,” he rasps, his thrusts stuttering, becoming more erratic. “Soon, I’ll fill that sweet pussy up with my cum over and over.”
The tension snaps and my legs close shut around his hand, but hedoesn’t stop, groaning in my ear as I clench around him, riding the waves.
His cock throbs inside of me, our moans echoing in the room, and he keeps fucking me, his gaze not leaving mine, slowing down progressively as I’m still coming, still breaking apart while he pulls me back together.
I’m not sure when it stops. My head feels foggy and my body is limp on top of him, lifted up to the rhythm of his ragged breath. I’m vaguely aware of his hands sliding along my body and the sweet fragrance of shower gel, the sound of his voice giving soft praises in my ears. Of how I’m suddenly lifted out of the warm water surrounding me and dried before I’m swallowed in his arms again, under the heavy cover, lulled back to sleep by the sound of his heart against my cheek.
We planned to meet in front of the restaurant. When we show up, Evie is already waiting for us, sitting on the green bench just across the road. She gives me a knowing look, grinning.
“You two look like you had fun last night…”
I roll my eyes and Nate chuckles. I can’t help but look around for Jack, worried he might already be around and hear. He went for a little walk with Ikram and they should be here soon.
“How was your night?” I ask her, opting for a change of subject. “You told me you went out.”
“It was fun. I found that nice little club, and I went back to the hotel with that girl… God, she was so cute, I could cry.”
I arch a brow, but Nate asks, “A cute girl, uh? What happened to ‘Davon’? You were still crazy about him Monday morning.”
“You know, the usual,” she shrugs. “I got over it.”
“What was it this time?”
“He keeps texting me,” she groans. “Like dude, chill. We’ve been out ononedate, and had two nights of sex. There’s no need to send 10 texts a day, and I don’t care that your grandmother finally agreed to keep your little sister’s petrabbit for the weekend.”
I hold in a chuckle.
Evie’s not into relationships. Well, she always thinks she is, but then gets freaked out or bored in two days, so she ends it and swears off people until she falls in love again the next weekend. And by ‘falls in love’, I mean it. She’s head over heels for forty eight hours, and the second the sex bubble pops and she returns to her real life, she’s done with it.
She’s happy that way, it’s how she gets her dopamine boost.
“Also, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard some naughty stuff last night, other than what happened in my room,” she adds with a snort and I blush.
There’s no way she heard us from the third floor, right?Right?Please, tell me she—
“I mean, I’m not sure they actually went for a walk this morning. Maybe they had to sleep off the night of—”
