18. Skyler

There is no such thing as a point of no return.

If she asks me to stop, I can.

But this is the point where everything changes. We can’t go back to the way things were. I reach for my wallet, extracting the condom.

She sits back on my thighs, avidly watching me open the package, tilting her head to watch me drag the rubber down my shaft.

The hunger in her eyes, the way she nibbles at her lower lip, strokes my ego like none other.

Slipping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her down for a kiss. Bracing her in my arms, I roll the both of us over so that I’m hovering over her body. She’s so short, if I let go, laid down, she’d completely disappear. It’s a reminder that I’ll need to be careful with her.

She spreads her thighs, wrapping her arms around my middle, inviting me to come closer. Through it all, she managed to keep that quirky green bra on.

Sliding my hand under her back, I loosen the hooks and slide the bra straps down her arms.

Peeling off her clothes is like revealing layers of a Russian doll. The sweater that completely disguised the body beneath. The green lace that spoke of a playful spirit.

But seeing her body, stripped of all the accoutrements, is like being let in on a secret. She’s gorgeous.

Delectable.

“So fucking perfect.”

I murmur, bending down to kiss the swells of her breasts. Her hips bump against mine, impatient.

Positioning my tip at her entrance, I nudge the head inside. Her fingers grasp my hips and her eyes flutter shut. Keeping my gaze trained on her face, I cup her jaw. “Look at me, baby. Don’t hide.”

Her eyes flash open, shy and hungry.

I can understand the impulse to blink, to squeeze her eyes shut. It’s a lot. More than usual if I’m honest. So many sensations and feelings whirling around inside my chest. I’m tempted to close my eyes so that I can focus on just one thing. Try to catch a singular emotion or feeling.

But then I’d miss the way her lips part when I press deeper. The way her braids curl over the pillow, serpentine echoes of the ink on her ribcage. “So beautiful.”

I murmur, repeating the word like it’s a mantra. Like it’s the only truth.

Her face is beautiful. Her body. The way our bodies connect and how her pussy grasps at my cock. Almost too tight, but not quite. “Feel good?”

She nods, back arching when I plunge back inside. “Very. Yes. Good.”

I chuckle. Not quite a complete sentence, but it’s how I feel, too.

Wrapping her up in my arms, I hold her close, hips drawing closer before pulling out, again and again. She takes me deeper and deeper until our pelvic bones are pressed up against each other. I’m grinding up against her clit and she’s writhing on my shaft, lost to the feeling.

Her hips twitch against mine, stomach and chest fluttering with haggard breath. Her lips part, a muted sigh trapped in her throat.

I could drag it out. I could bring her to the edge just to pull her back, a dozen times, until she comes so hard it shatters her into a hundred pieces. But we’ve got time for theatrics like that later.

God, I hope we have more time.

For now, I just want her to feel good. Comfortable and sure. I want her to trust me. I angle my hips, aiming for the place I found earlier. The one that made her cry my name. I bend my neck, taking her nipple in my mouth until it forms a hard peak, and she’s squirming against me.

Her body tenses up and I look up in time to watch a shiver of pleasure transform her beautiful features.

But then her pussy is clamping down on my cock, squeezing it like a vice grip. I pick up my pace, dragging her climax out after all, and finding my own in the process. It’s like all the blood, all the sensation, narrows down to that one point, the place where she and I are connected.

I’ve never paid much attention to that aspect, but with her, it feels like the most important thing. I’m braced over her, the last pulse of my orgasm twitching through my shaft. She peppers me with kisses. My jaw, my neck.

And it’s so sweet it fills my chest with an emotion I can’t quite identify. I just know it makes my ribs swell painfully. I wrap her up in my arms and kiss the top of her head.

Eventually, regretfully, I pull out and climb out of the bed. Cleaning up, I return to find her sitting upright; the sheet pulled up around her breasts.

It’s an unnecessary show of modesty, considering I just had those tits in my mouth and also, I’m standing in front of her with my dick hanging out. Uncertainty flickers in my stomach. Are we back to this? After what we just experienced, I was hoping we were past that.

“You can stay the night.”

She blurts. “If you want to.”

Fuck, yes, I do. I smile, ambling forward. She pulls the blanket back and I climb inside, growling at her as I catch her in my arms.

She laughs, putting up a feeble fight. But the smile is back on her lips, her eyes are sparkling, and that puts me at ease. If I could, I’d set up camp in that smile. Just bask there until she got tired of me.

I let her pull away just enough to switch the lamp off. When she settles back into the bed, I pull her close, twining my legs with hers. Her ass fits nicely up against my hips.

I’m perfectly aware that our goals right now are diametrically opposed. She wants freedom and I’m trying to find someone to settle down with.

Not her, but maybe someone like her. In the morning, we should probably talk. Figure out what this is before we charge forward and one of us gets hurt.

But I’m still coming down from the best sex I’ve ever had in my life and I’m smart enough to know that sometimes you just need to live in the moment.

Wrapping my arms around her middle, I tuck her head under my jaw and breathe her in.