Page 67 of Common Grounds

My head falls between my arms, and I moan at the pleasure of his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “It is. But we can do something else if you want.”

“Mmm-mmm,” he says, lining himself up with my entrance. “This is perfect.” He thrusts once, then again, and again before he’s fully inside me.

“Oh,” I cry out. “Trevor, it’s… god.” I can’t even form a full sentence. The pressure is so exquisite. “Give me a second.”

“I wish you could see this, sreco.” He traces my spine with a soft touch. “You’re taking me so well.”

My arms give out. He leans forward, pressing himself further into me. He brings his hand under my throat, drawing me up off my arms and pressing my back into his bare chest. He reaches his other hand between us and unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the bed. His other hand doesn’t move from my neck, though he doesn’t apply any pressure, just keeps me upright.

“Is this okay, Emery?” he asks softly into my ear.

I try to nod, but I can’t with his hand on my neck, so I say, “Yes. Fuck me, Trevor. Please.”

He draws out and presses in again. His thrusts are like his initial kisses, slow and sensual. Like he wants to enjoy every inch of me.

I rest the back of my head against his shoulder. He kisses my cheek. His breathing is heavy and hot against my skin. I grab his hip behind me with my left hand and dig my nails into his skin. I remember he liked that last time, and I’m rewarded with a few hard, erratic thrusts.

“Mmm,” I hum approvingly.

“You like that?” he asks. “You want me harder?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He pumps harder a few times, and I fall forward onto my hands. “Oh,” I say. “That. More.”

He grabs my ass again, using it for leverage as his cock goes harder and deeper inside me. For a while, the only noises are those of our slick skin and the sounds of pleasure we each make.

Then, unexpectedly, he reaches his hand between my legs and presses his fingers to my clit. I come undone around him again, shuddering and crying out. I bury my face into the mattress to quiet myself. Trevor presses himself into me twice more, and then follows me over the edge.

We both stay right where we are until our breathing slows, unwilling to break the moment. Eventually, though, he pulls out of me, and I roll to my side as I watch him disappear into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He turns out the light on his way back to the bed and tugs at the comforter to pull it out from underneath me.

We both crawl under it, on our sides, facing each other. He reaches up to brush a wet strand of hair off my cheek.

I make a noise of disgust. “I’m sorry, I’m sweaty and—”

“No,” he insists gently. He scoots closer to me and presses a kiss to my lips. “You’re perfect.”

I reach up and rest my palm on his stubble. “Are you okay?” I ask. “I didn’t even check to see if your side was hurting.” I flush a little, and I’m grateful for the dark so he can’t see it. “I was too… It felt too good.”

He nuzzles into my hand, then kisses my nose. “Didn’t even notice it. I can feel it now, though. A little.”

He flips over onto his back and slides an arm under me. He uses it to bring me in tight. I rest my head on his chest and sigh contentedly.

“I… like this,” I admit.

He squeezes my shoulders and I nestle in even closer. “Good,” he says. “Me too.”

Chapter twenty-six

Trevor

The sun isn’t even a whisper in the sky when my alarm goes off the next morning. I roll over to quickly shut it off and suck in a breath through my teeth when my bruised side meets the mattress. I carefully shift to my back to relieve the pressure, which is when Emery stirs beside me.

Emery. She’s still here. Like she promised.

I can’t be too surprised. We spent most of last night and into the early hours of the morning exploring each other’s mouths and bodies. I hadn’t wanted to fall asleep at all, but her eyelids started drooping. I kissed her nose and told her to sleep. She curled up next to me and was out in minutes.

Now, she stretches out her long legs and sinks further into the mattress, her eyes still closed and her breathing still deep. Neither of us bothered with sleep clothes, so I allow myself a moment to brush my fingers against her smooth skin. She’s so soft. I could run my hands over her skin all morning.

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