The point I’d done it was at eighteen when I graduated and decided on my path in life. Maybe I was old before my time, but I learned lessons through experience, and nothing hit you harder than losing your best friend and the other half of your soul because you were a shallow dickhead who didn’t have the guts just to fess up.
And that was the crux of the last seven years for me. I hadn’t had the spine to do that, and I’d lost the best person to ever happen to me outside of my family. Trust me, that eats away at someone, so that lesson was learned and applied to how I’d lived my life for seven long years.
That meant that I wasn’t expecting the punch that an almost naked Bexley, visible thanks to the light coming through the partially open door from the hallway, would have. I’d dreamed about it, sure, but no dreams ever prepare you for reality.
Staring down at her in amazement, I managed to croak, “Fuck me.”
“I’m trying to,” she snapped. “But you keep stopping.”
Shaking my head to clear it, I skimmed a hand from the base of her abdomen up to just under her right tit. “How is your skin so soft?”
With what I dealt with at work and how I lived my life, it felt like the roughness of my hand was going to graze her if I wasn’t careful.
Her right hand trailed its way down to my side and onto the small sensitive patch on my stomach, making me flinch. Whether she knew this or not was undetermined, but she quickly found out when I jerked as she moved it.
“Logan,” she said slowly, moving her thumb over it again and smiling when it got the same reaction out of me. “If you don’t start moving again, I’m going to go to the bathroom to take care of things myself.”
The meaning behind what she was saying filtered through the haze in my brain, which was still trying to come to terms with what I was seeing.
Scowling at her, I growled, “No.”
One word, but it said everything I needed to.
Swooping down, I went straight for her nipple, sucking it into my mouth and groaning as she fisted my hair again. With a small tug, she arched her back and pressed her breast into me even more, then wrapped her legs around my hips and ground her crotch against mine.
All that separated us was a thin pair of sleep shorts and her panties. I couldn’t sleep with underwear on, they were too restrictive for me, so the loose, thin cotton of the shorts was as much as I could bear at night when I wasn’t alone in my own place.
At that moment, I was damning and thanking them because they allowed my dick to have some space without squashing it, given how hard it was, but they were also a barrier between us.
Like she was reading my mind, her hands shifted under the elastic waistband and started to push them down, taking over with her feet when she couldn’t reach it anymore.
By the time I kicked them off, I had her panties pulled down, managing to get them to mid-thigh without too much of a problem.
It was when she moved her legs to take over their removal that I said a quick prayer that she wouldn’t knee me in the crotch in the process. Thankfully, that never happened, and after some laughter from both of us, as she stuck her leg over the edge of the bed and kicked it around to get rid of them, I was able to lower back down on top of her—skin to skin.
My hand had only just started to move up her thigh toward her pussy when she pulled my face away from hers with another tug of my hair.
“A couple of facts that you need to know right now: I’m on the pill, and I’m clean,” she said seriously, then added, “Oh, and I’m ready.”
Two of them made sense, but the last one wasn’t computing for me. “What?”
Mustering as much patience as she could, which wasn’t a lot given the tone she ended up using, she explained, “Logan, if you don’t get inside me in the next ten seconds, the coroner’s going to have to figure out how to tell my parents I died of sexual starvation. Please, do me a favor and make it a better day for them all than that.”
Grinning wickedly, I went back to moving my hand to where it’d been headed before. I should have known—really should have known—that the joke was going to be on me, because when I felt how wet she was, the smile dropped from my face.
Any humor and joking left the situation completely as I took my cock in my hand and notched it at her entrance.
“I know for a fact I’m clean, but regardless of what you said, I can still get a condom if you’ve changed your mind.”
It would always be her choice.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she lifted her hips, pushing me slightly into her.
I swear I stopped breathing. Maybe I died for like a second, I don’t know, but I’d never felt anything like this before in my life. I was numb all over except for the part of me inside her, and it felt like everything in the world was focused on this moment and the two of us. Was that corny? I didn’t give one iota of a fuck about if it was because it was damn well true.
It was vital that I got to see her reaction as I pushed farther into her, so I held back from even blinking as I pushed gently into her again. I wasn’t going to rush it even if it killed me, so every move I made was small and controlled.
It was after I’d just pulled out of her and was about to move my hips forward that the
