Page 79 of The Love Playbook

Chuckling, she releases me and gives my flank a playful swat. “Well, go get ‘em, then.”

With one last hard kiss, I climb off her, my dick leading the way to where I dropped my bag just inside the door. I take a moment to flip the deadbolt while I’m out here, pick up my duffel, and head back to Autumn’s room.

After closing the door behind me—no need to risk her roommates getting an eyeful if they return early—I fish out the plastic sack containing the box of condoms I grabbed at the convenience store on my way here.

I toss the box on the bed, then climb back on, crawling between Autumn’s thighs like it’s the most natural place in the world for me to be. I flop onto the mattress on my belly and rub my lips back and forth on her inner thigh.

She wiggles, getting herself comfortable, then props herself up on her elbows so she can watch me, a teasing grin on her face. “You’re satisfied I’m not too sore, then?”

I let out a low laugh against her skin, enjoying the way goosebumps race up her thigh. “Are you too sore? I can stop.” It might kill me, or at least make my dick really angry, but if she’s hurting, I’ll wait.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she hisses, and I grin against her skin then kiss it.

“I’ll trust you that you’re feeling okay then.”

“Thank you,” she breathes, her voice hitching as I start running my fingers alongside her slit.

I press deeper, sliding my fingers around her opening, up and down on either side of her clit, spreading her wetness everywhere. I take my time kissing her thighs, the crease where they join her torso, her mound, everywhere but where she wants me most until she’s panting, her head thrown back, her hips lifting in an attempt to encourage me to give her what she wants.

“How are you so good at this?” she groans.

I hum, which makes a fine tremor run through her thighs. “I had a good teacher,” I tell her, spreading her lips so I can get a good look at her clit peeking out of its hood.

She huffs a laugh that turns into a strangled moan as I lick her, finally giving her what she wants.

“Fuck, Jackson.” It’s a tight whisper, and it makes me smile.

“Hmm, yes. That is the plan.”

Another huffy laugh that ends on a sigh of pleasure. And then my mouth is too occupied with her pussy to respond to the litany of curses and groans and all those sounds I knew I’d never hear again about twenty-four hours ago. I still can’t quite believe I’m here, that we’re here, together. That last night was real.

And yet …

Here we are.

Her cries get louder, her breath coming in pants as her thighs begin to shake, and I double down on my efforts, rubbing her G-spot with my fingers while sucking on her clit. And then she explodes on my tongue, and it’s just as great as the first time I ever made her come.

After one last lick, I rise onto my knees, reaching for the box of condoms. Autumn blindly reaches for her nightstand, knocking over a bottle, then grabbing it and holding it out to me.

Taking it from her, I frown at it.

“Face to face or do you want me to flip over?” Autumn asks as I stare at the bottle of lube she just handed me.

Leaning forward, I brace myself over her and drop my head for a kiss. “Face to face. And I don’t think we need lube.”

Her brows pull together. “I mean, I know I’m juicy, and while I enjoy a little hint of pain with my pleasure, dry anal is not just a hint.”

Chuckling, I kiss her again, finally clueing in to our disconnect. “I wanted to try your pussy this time.”

She cups my face in her hands, holding me still as she looks into my eyes. “You’re sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

“But what about …?” She trails off, her eyes darting down between our bodies.

Brushing one last kiss on her lips, I pull free of her hands and sit back on my heels. “You’ve reassured me a number of times that condom failures are very rare. And if it does, and you get pregnant?” I reach for a condom and tear it open. “I can live with that.”

Her expression morphs from terror to amusement, finally softening into something tender. “You’re okay being connected to me forever?”

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