“Am I too heavy?” I asked quietly.
He wrapped his arms around me, spread his thick thighs wider so that I was lying more comfortably between them, and said, “Never.”
I felt a shiver of pleasure run down my spine.
“Back to school after tomorrow,” I murmured softly.
He squeezed me tighter. “It’ll be better now.”
I knew it would be.
Without Vance there to make Banner’s life hell, the only thing that would bother me at this point was the cheer squad, and I’d been dealing with them for years now.
Six more months wouldn’t make a difference.
I shifted restlessly, moving my face into a more comfortable position so that it wouldn’t hurt, and felt the obvious swell of Banner’s erection that was now pressing against my inner thigh.
I didn’t move, and neither did he. At least, at first I didn’t.
I wondered if it’d go down, but the longer I stayed where I was, the longer it stayed, too.
I felt my grin grow as I started to run my fingers along his chest, his chest hair soft and silky underneath my fingertips.
His cock got harder, and I couldn’t help but smile wider.
This was likely killing him, me lying on top of him like this.
I shifted so that I was now straddling his thigh, but made sure it was the one that his cock was closest to, and shifted slightly so that his cock was now pressed against my lower belly.
He tensed slightly at the move, and I petted his chest in response.
His heart was pounding away underneath my ear, and I licked my lips as I dragged my fingers downward, allowing my fingers to run along his upper abs.
“I’m not sure how you have abs after seeing how much you eat this weekend,” I teased as I ran my palm up and back down. Over and over again.
He grunted out something unintelligible, and I chose to take that as an ‘I dunno.’
My hand swept farther downward this time, letting my fingers brush against the top of his waistband and slowly dip inside.
It was half of a fingertip at most, and I felt the curly, wiry hair above his cock just as my hand was captured in his.
“Perry.”
I grinned and moved so that my belly was pressing more solidly against his erection, causing him to curse.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
I didn’t want him to hurt me, either.
“You won’t,” I promised him. “Not if you go slow and keep your weight off of me.” I paused. “Not if I’m on top.”
He froze as I sat up and straddled his thigh.
“Perry,” he said again, much more strangled this time.
I grinned.
“Yeah?” I asked as I pulled my shirt off over my head.
“You’re not feeling well,” he said.
I bent down until my breasts could drag teasingly against his chest.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said. “Show me how.”
He groaned. “Shit.”
Then I was straddling his hips sans panties, and he was pushing the waistband of his boxers down with one hand while the other was steadying my hips.
“Hop on,” he ordered gruffly.
I walked my knees up until I was hovering over his cock and then felt the way his penis lodged at the entrance of my sex.
“Lower yourself down,” he ordered, taking my hip with one hand and urging me down.
I did as he said, my mouth dropping open slightly as he slowly started to fill me.
I’d never felt like this before.
These things that I was experiencing with Banner? They were things that I hadn’t even dreamed of.
“That’s it,” he growled as his cock head breached me. “Now rise up and come back down, let your pussy coat me with your juices.”
I felt a ripple of shock roll through me at his words.
His dirty mouth was a major turn-on.
I did as he said, coming back up only to start pushing right back down.
And he was right. With my juices coating him, I slipped in much more easily this time, taking him about halfway before he urged me to do it again.
We repeated this process until I was completely full of him, and my ass was resting on the top of his thighs.
“Goddamn,” he growled. “You feel like hot silk.”
“Do you even know what silk feels like?” I teased as I rocked my hips back and forth.
He growled and latched onto my hips, urging me to do it again.
“Yes.” He laughed, pinching my ass. “Smartass.”
I grinned and lifted up again, loving the way he felt as he slid out.
But the way he felt when he slid back in again? That was something that I would never get used to or get over.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Fuckin’ ride me.”
Then his hands were gone as he put his hands behind his head.
I was glad that I hadn’t turned off the lamp because now I could watch him watch me.
His eyes were everywhere.
Starting at the way my breasts bounced, moving to my hips and where we were joined, only to do it all over again.
Honestly, it was the best feeling in the world, having his eyes on me.
I felt sexy and claimed.
I bit my lip and leaned my head back, moving my hips at a slightly different angle.
And things started to explode as his cock started to rub against a part of me that I’d never felt it rub against before.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, my voice low but no less fierce. “What was that?”
“That was your G-spot,” he growled. “Do it again.”
So I did.
Again and again and again until suddenly, I couldn’t take it any longer.
My orgasm exploded over me in a burst of flames, taking me under and holding me there until I found myself resting lightly on Banner’s chest.
His chest was heaving, and his cock was still as hard as a rock inside of me.
“Fuck me,” he growled. “Slowly.”
So I did.
I fucked him slowly until long minutes later when his abs tightened.
A soft grunt later, I was shivering as his release filled me in a rough blast.
His hands
