Page 86 of Spring Awakening

“Mali.” He watches her, the blush on her cheeks evident even with the darkness of the room, and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to leave here. If he’s destined to stay in this room with her and make her come again and again forever. He wants to figure out every single way to touch her. To make her gasp, to make her moan, to make her shake.

“It’s insane how much I want you,” she mutters, her hips moving in a steady motion. “And you’re right here.” Zach gripshis dick tightly so he doesn’t come before she’s even halfway there. “Fuck.”

“What do I need to do for you to make the noise?” he asks, his palms back against her thighs, holding her open.

“What noise?” She gasps, her hands pulling his hair to bring him back to her, but he’s stronger.

“That stupid hot noise you make whenever you touch yourself in your bedroom.”

She gasps, leaning up on her elbows. “Can you hear me?” Zach stares at the way her top bunches against her chest, her nipples erect enough to keep the material cascading over her body. He runs his finger along her slit, then circles her nipple just so he can see it shine. Mali’s eyes roll back, so he does it again.

“Maybe,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her clit. He flicks his tongue around, and she holds his gaze for as long as she can before her head hits her pillow again.

“You’ll figure it out,” she gasps, her fingers playing with her nipples above him. They knock against his, and he threads their fingers together.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Mal,” he groans, pulling her tighter against his face.

“Oh God,” she whines, her voice almost shot as he licks at her. She’s gripping his hair so tight he knows she’s close. He hopes she’s close, because he’s about to blow and he doesn’t wanna come in his boxers like a teenager. He wonders if he would if she asked. He wonders if she’ll let him make her come again.

“You know that crazy hot sound you think I make?” she asks.

“Mmmm.”

“I’m usually thinking about you,” she replies. She drops his hand so she can grip the pillow next to her, and he only lets her get away with it because he wants to be in her.

“I knew it,” he whispers.

“Liar.” She laughs, her back arching off her mattress. His tongue dips into her cunt once, and he realises he needs more. He wants the taste of her, the feel of her, the noise. He flicks against her clit again, sliding a finger into her slowly.

“Sweet fuck, Mal, you’re so wet. So fucking hot.”

“Zach,” she pleads, her heels digging into his back. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Her back arches, her chest obstructing the view of her face, but he’ll survive. Zach’s never felt pleasure like this. There’s never been a time where he’s felt as electric as he does right now. Mali’s hips slow, but he keeps his tongue on her anyway. He might just not move. He might wait here until she’s ready to ride his face again.

But then she pulls him back to her, and he’s more than willing to go. Her arms link around him, and he lies beside her, trying to catch his breath. He breathes like he’s been playing a match. Like he’s been running nonstop for eighty minutes.

“You’re the sexiest woman alive,” he pants, and she giggles, hugging him close. “Truly divine. Heavenly.” Zach presses his lips to her collarbone. He sucks gently, and Mali rolls her neck until he licks up her throat. “Can you believe I didn’t even google that, Mal?” His lips touch her jaw, and she moves, pushing him onto his back.

“You didn’t?” she asks. Her chest heaves with every breath she takes, and he has to grip the sheets to not pull her to him. Her eyes roam his body, lingering on his dick, which strains against his boxers. Zach wonders if she’s changed her mind. He’d let her go, of course, he’s not sure he’ll survive it.

Zach shakes his head. “I mean…” He licks his lips. Mali watches the motion. “I did google it, but right at the start, and it kept saying the same thing. Beautiful, stunning. Such basic words. True, you are both of those things, but you look like you should be on the ceiling of some ancient church so people can worship you.”

Mali blinks, her eyes wide. It takes a moment, but then she speaks. “You’re so fucking sexy.” And with that, she straddles his lap and runs her tongue along his lower lip. She doesn’t kiss him, and he moans at the lack of contact as he chases her lips. He sits up, his arms around her waist, her thighs, her arse, as she pulls on his hair. “It’s ridiculous how you say you have to google things and then you say that like it’s nothing.” Her lips touch his throat, and he moans when she pulls at his skin with her teeth. His girl is a tease, and fuck if he doesn’t love her.

“I love your face,” she mutters, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. “And I love this.” She traces his shoulders with her fingers, shuffling in his lap. He groans, rolling his neck back when she repeats the motion.

Zach tenses his jaw when she moves her hips again. “I love this part,” he replies, running his fingers up the divot of her spine. She either presses her body against his, or he pulls her closer. All he knows is that he can feel her nipples against his skin. His fingers linger under her T-shirt, and he slowly moves to pull it off. He blows out a deep breath when her top falls to the floor, and he tries his best not to stare at her, but she’s perfect, so he doesn’t do a particularly good job.

“And this.” He lifts to place his lips against her shoulder, her collarbone, her jaw. “Oh, I love your face.” His nose bumps against hers, and it feels like a lifetime between that and her lips touching his. “You’re so pretty.” She kisses him again. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”

Her hands start as his jaw, clawing at his skin until her arms are around his neck. She moans, her tongue pushing against his.

“Everything,” he mutters. “You’re everything.” He’s not sure how to stop praising her now she’s finally kissing him. It’s all he’s thought about for months. It’s all that got him through the lonely nights in his old apartment.

“God, I think about you all the time,” she says, and then she’s kissing him again. As if everything she just said hasn’t rendered him completely useless. As if she hasn’t just turned his world upside down, because how did he manage to do anything in life that means he deserves to be with her?

“You think about me?” he asks, his hand tight against the back of her neck. He holds her close, but she doesn’t pull back. She ducks her lips to his jaw, his throat, his ear.

“In the shower, when I walk to work, when I choose what music to listen to. I am always thinking about you. There is never a moment when you are not on my mind.”

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