Page 62 of Yours, Unexpectedly

“I’ve been fucking patient, killer,” she throws my nickname back at me in irritation. “Please, fuck me already. Hard.”

And who am I to deny her anything?

My hips snap so I’m buried to the hilt inside her. Bex’s legs wrap around me and those sexy little heels dig into my back. I pull back out and snap in again, reveling in the way her head tilts back, exposing the long line of her neck to me. I kiss those six small dots across her chest as I continue to move in and out of her.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmur. “You take me so well. Why have we waited so long to do this?”

“That is”—moan—“a great fucking”—whimper—“question,” she replies.

“I’m sorry, after this we’ll never stop,” I tease. “I’m pretty sure we can just stay in this bed for the rest of our lives. No need to go back home to our responsibilities. I’ll just fuck you forever.”

“Don’t tempt me,” she laughs.

And fuck. I love that laugh. I love that we can go from heated and passionate to joking around, all in the same breath.

I love her. I think I always have.

I push back up on my knees, hooking her legs over my shoulders to change the angle. My hand drifts down to her clit and I rub slow circles, trying to pull another orgasm out of her before I fall over the edge.

“Yes, Anders, just like that, please, I’m so close.” Bex’s words come out in a stream of consciousness.

“You don’t have to beg, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want, I need you to know that.”

I can feel her start to tighten around me, her whole body tensing as she prepares to let go. I pick up my speed, pounding so hard that the headboard starts to bang against the wall. It takes less than a minute before she comes. Her entire body pulls taut again and she lets out a string of incoherent screams, mainly sounding like variations of “fuck” over and over again. She begins to convulse, bucking into me as the orgasm hits her.

I watch her like a depraved man. Soaking in every noise that falls out of her mouth, every scrunch of her adorable nose, and movement of her lips. It’s enough to make me follow her into the blissful oblivion, eventually collapsing on top of her.

“You’re squishing me, you oaf!” She squirms beneath me, which does not have the effect she intends.

I snuggle closer. “Can’t move. All energy has been sucked out of me through my massive cock.” She snorts and I can practically feel her rolling her eyes. “And now resides in that magical pussy of yours. Must. Stay. Here. Laying on top of my gorgeous girlfriend until I get it back.” I lift my head off her chest and look at her. “Kisses will be required to regain energy.”

She smacks my shoulder but leans in and plants several quick pecks all over my face. “There, now get off!”

I roll over, but keep my arm slung across her stomach, unwilling to stop touching her yet. “That was, hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“It was fine,” she says, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. She slips from beneath me and heads to the bathroom.

“Fine? Fine?! I think you need more punishment for that bratty comment,” I prop up on my elbows and call after her.

“Yes, please, sir.” She pokes her head back in the bedroom and fucking winks.

I follow her into the bathroom to clean up. When we get back to the bed, I pull her on top of me, where she stays for the rest of the night.

Anders

*coffee emoji* ?

I feel bad that you’re always the one getting the coffee

Anders

Why? I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to do it.

I guess. But I can get it on Friday.

Anders

I like buying your disgusting tar water Bex. I like buying you coffee. I like you, okay?

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