Page 110 of Spring Awakening

“Zach,” she whispers. He looks down at her. “I love you.”

He smiles, his eyes flicking over her face. “I love you.” He leans against her a little more, his hand working between their bodies, and it feels better when she can feel his dick against her stomach. His fingers slide around her clit, knocking against her lower lips and she knew she liked sex with feelings, but it’s better with him. Everything is better with him.

“Fuck, fuck,” Mali gasps, her back arching almost painfully as Zach plays with her clit. He circles a finger around her cunt, barely knuckle deep as she feels her orgasm barrelling through her body. Her toes curl, and her fingers ache with how hard she’s gripping the bedsheets as she fucks herself against his fingers. He moves his fingers deeper, and she’d be embarrassed by the whine she let out if she was capable of thought. Zach kisses her deeply, finally letting her wrists go and she immediately wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“Got another one for me?” he asks, his voice deep, as he moves a hand up her body until he grips her chest, tugging at her nipple.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “Fuck me, now. Please.” She reaches for a condom. “Don’t stop, okay?” she says, her eyes trained on his lips.

Zach nods uselessly, his nose brushing hers as he does so. She rolls the condom onto him, and every muscle in his body tenses at the feeling. He grips her hip with one hand, his other pushing hair from her face, twisting the red curls around his fingers as he lets his hand rest at the top of her head.

“Hey,” he says, his voice shot as he looks at her. He’s so close—embarrassingly close, seeing as she’s the one he’s been edging—but there’s something insane about the way she moves, the way she sounds, that just does it for him.

“Hey,” she whispers, her hands winding around his neck to pull his body flush with hers. She widens her legs, and he watches her face as he pushes in. It’s slow, and he takes a deep breath with every inch he moves.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, her hand squeezing his arm. “Holy shit, Zach.”

“Good or bad?” he asks, lifting himself from her body, but she moans and pulls him back.

“Good, so good, I just—I need a second.”

“Okay,” he pants. He feels like he’s run a marathon, and he’s not even moving. She tilts her hips slightly, and he slides in to the hilt.

He moans loudly, trying to muffle the sound against her neck. He didn’t even know he could move more, but she tightens her legs around his hips before he can pull back.

“Honey, please, stop moving,” she replies. “I don’t wanna come three seconds in, and I’m stupidly close already.” She’s tighter like this, and it makes his brain feel fuzzy.

“Mal,” he groans, his lips against her neck. She shuffles underneath him, and he matches her movements.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “Again.” He thrusts slowly. He barely pulls out at all, but it doesn’t matter. Mali comes underneath him. It’s long, and she pulls him to her mouth as she moans, and it’s the single hottest thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Jesus—that’s never happened before.”

“No?” he asks, his eyes squeezed tight as he tries not to follow her with how tightly she gripped him.

“No,” she replies. “Can’t believe you’ve got a massive magic knob.” Zach laughs, collapsing against her, and she wraps her arms around his back.

“You’re so ridiculous,” he mutters.

Mali hums. “I wanna be on top,” she whispers, and it’s music to his ears.

“I could work with that,” he replies, threading his fingers through her hair, lifting her face to his, but she pulls back when he brushes his nose against hers. They spin, and he grunts when he slips out of her. She straddles him, lightly rubbing her hips against his dick, pushing her hair behind her back.

“Hands behind your head.”

“Mali,” he groans, though he does what she asks.

“Oh, you thought you were going to get away with your performance just now?” she asks.

Zach laughs. “You came twice! You said I had a magic knob!”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” she says, with a wave of her hand. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll mind.” She moves to place her hands on his chest, and all her hair falls over one shoulder. She gives him awhat can you do?smile.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, his eyes flicking across her face. “How did I get this lucky?”

“Don’t try and butter me up. You still can’t touch me,” she replies, leaning down to bracket his head with her forearms, slowly rolling her hips against him. She presses her lips against his neck, sucking lightly as she continues to move her hips. He bucks against her when she moves all the way to his tip, but then she stops.

“What?” he gasps, the wooden headboard cutting into his fingers.

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