Page 87 of Spring Awakening

“Mal,” he moans, and she reaches her hand between them. His dick jolts at the movement before she’s even touched him, and then she does, her palm barely brushing the tip of his cock through his boxers.

“Do you think I could get you off like this?” she asks, like she already knows the answer.

“I’d do anything you wanted.”

“I know,” she says, kissing him again. She pulls back, and honest to God, he might whimper.

“Will you tell me?” she asks, her breath coming like a pant. “If you want to stop, if anything is—if you’re not having a good time. Please, tell me.”

“I’m always have a good time with you,” he whispers, and she smiles into the kiss.

“I know, but promise me anyway.”

“I promise,” he replies, and she finally slips her fingers under his waistband. She shuffles, her brows furrowing, and he remembers that she’s hurt. That if the light was on and he wasn’t so horny he could only see her tits, he would remember that she’s hurt.

“Mal,” he mutters, kissing her again. His hands roam her back, grabbing fistfuls of her arse as he pulls her closer. “Mali. You’re hurt.”

She pouts. “Please.”

“You already got me with your please, baby.”

Mali laughs, slowly moving, reminding him again that she is hurting. She grinds against him. “I’ll just have to be slow.”

“Mal,” he warns, but it’s no use. He’s a weak man in love, and she’s tracing the roof of his mouth with her tongue. He wonders if she is truly a goddess. It would make more sense that way. Her being sent from the heavens just to toy with him, rather than her being a mortal being that wants him in the way she suggests. Zach will have her either way.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asks, her nose brushing against his.

“I don’t want you to be hurt,” he whispers back.

“What about this?” she asks, and she spins on her side, pulling him towards her. “We can’t have sex because I’ve been dreaming about your thighs for years and nothing about it is slow, but I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel. If you want that.”

“You don’t need to touch me for that,” he whispers.

Her nose bumps his. “Okay,” she replies, kissing him deeply. She manoeuvres his hand until it sits on his waistband. “You do it.”

Zach frowns. “Do what?”

“Touch yourself.”

“Mal,” he says, but his dick pulses.

“I wanna watch you,” she says, and when he leans towards her, she kisses him softly. “Touch yourself for me.” She rolls onto her back, her hand between her legs. Zach can’t move. He simply might have died and gone to heaven; it’s the only way she’s doing this in front of him.

“Fuck, Mali.” He groans, then rolls towards her, half his body against hers as he holds himself up on one arm. She pulls one side of his boxers down, and he realises there’s no reason why he would ever deny her anything, so he slips them off entirely. He wraps his hand around his cock, but his eyes are trained on the way her hand moves between her legs, and he can’t even see anything. The vague movement of her hand, the way her chest pushes together.

He pumps himself, but he misses her. Zach leans closer, his lips against her chest. She pants, and he grips himself tighter.

“You’re so fucking hot. Does it feel good?” he asks, his voice low, just as she slips a finger into her cunt, and she moans loudly down his throat. Zach pulls her leg over his hip as he turns to the side. Their lips meet, but it’s messy. He thinks he really might come if she so much as brushes her skin against his. He tilts her head, and the kiss deepens, all tongue and teeth. His hand knocks hers, and he pumps himself, and he misses the way his fingers feel on her. He misses the way he feels in her hand, and she barely touched him at all.

“Zach,” she whines, as his chest brushes hers.

“Anything. You can have anything. Just tell me— I’ll give you whatever you want.” She wraps her wet hand around his dick. She’s barely gripping him because the angle is off, but it’s still better than anything that’s ever happened to him.

“Jesus,” he curses, as she speeds up. “Mal, I’m gonna come.”

“Wait,” she moans. “Wait for me.” Zach spins until he’s sitting up, and Mali straddles him immediately. His fingers slide into her with ease, and he squeezes his eyes closed. He’s sloppy with his movements, his thumb scrubbing at her clit as he pulls her nipple into his mouth.

“Baby,” he groans. “Baby.”

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