Page 111 of Spring Awakening

She pouts. “You’re not allowed to move.”

“You said I wasn’t allowed to touch.”

“Are you a lawyer now?” she asks, moving her hips again. She dips her head to pull on his earlobe with her teeth. “Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“Jesus Christ, Mal,” he groans. He grips her headboard. With every movement she makes, he can feel her wetness spreading over his dick. She leans back, using his chest to rest her handsfor a second. When she sits back, her hips still moving at a slow, tortuous pace, he’s delighted by the sight before him.

Her head is thrown back, the long slope of her neck barely illuminated by the moonlight that filters through the curtains. She moves her hands slowly, along her legs and up to her chest. Zach knows she’s doing it on purpose, showing him where she wants him to touch, but he can’t. But he can watch, so he grips the headboard hard enough for the wood to bend under his fingertips as she pulls her nipples between her fingers, her lip caught between her teeth.

She bucks her hips with a whine, and she rolls her neck so she can see him.

“Feels good?” he asks, his voice desperate.

“Yeah,” she pants. “You always feel good.”

“Baby.”

“Talk to me,” she whispers, her hips threatening to send him over the edge, but fuck, does he love to feel her come with his lips on hers, so he tries to hold off.

“I missed you today,” he says.

“You saw me all day,” she jokes, her voice barely more than a whisper as she moves along his dick. Zach wonders if she remembers that this morning, they were casual. This morning, he was being the biggest idiot in the world. She leans her hand on his chest, moving forwards as she grabs his dick with her other hand.

“Thank fuck,” he gasps.

Mali laughs, her nose brushing his as she lines herself up. He lifts his head to touch his lips to hers, but she moves back with a devilish smile.

“Mal—ugh.” He moans as she sinks down on him. His arms tense as he bottoms out, and he hears the snapping of wood under his fingers. Mali’s eyes are wide, and he grips her hipsbefore they plummet to the floor. Luckily, the bed is fine; the headboard is just useless.

“Zach,” Mali gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as she laughs.

“Shit,” he says, but then all his brainpower is taken over by the feel of her laughing on top of him. “Mal, honey—”

“If I let you touch me, are you going to snap me like the headboard?” she asks, leaning forwards until her chest brushes his, grinding her hips slowly.

“I’d never hurt you,” he promises.

“Okay,” she whispers. “You’re supposed to be talking to me.”

He unwraps his fingers from her hips and taps the headboard to make sure it’s not about to fall. It doesn’t. So, he moves his hands back to her hips, helping her move up and down, though he figures with the way she relaxes onto him, he’s doing most of the work now.

“I did miss you today.”

“Yeah?” she pants, her hands in his hair, pulling his head back so she can kiss his neck.

“Yeah. I missed watching you walk around the office. I missed you when I made morning smoothies. I missed you when you weren’t in the room.”

“Stalker.”

He spanks her once, and she bites down on his shoulder with a growl, so he does it again. He grips her arse in his hands, grinding her against him.

“I missed watching you flip your hair over your shoulder only to push it behind your back again. I missed your face when I fucked my fist to the thought of you this morning.”

“Zach,” she whines, her fingers tight in his hair.

“I missed thinking about you getting on your knees—”

“I’ve never done that,” she replies.

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