Page 113 of Not Fooling Anyone

I bring my hands up, gripping my pillow, a growing pressure deep in my lower belly doubling, tripling, a shaky moan escaping me as he keeps hitting this one spot within me that makes my toes curl.

He brings a hand between us, brushing over my clit with light passes that leave me wanting more, my thighs quivering as it becomes too much to take.

“You’re making me regret challenging you, aren’t you?”

“I would never.”

He’s such a tease.

He presses more firmly against my clit, finally giving me what I need, rubbing me carefully as he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me with such passion it sends me over the edge, holding onto him tight, my back bowing with the force of it.

When I come down from my high, he’s looking at me tenderly, his movements slowed.

“Did you come?” I ask.

“Not yet,” he murmurs.

“What can I do to help?”

He lets out a choked laugh. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“You want me to touch myself? That got you going last time.”

He falters in his rhythm for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut. “Christ.”

I’ll take that as a yes, then.

I reach up, palming my breasts, the action attracting his gaze like a magnet when he opens his eyes again, such lust in them it sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“You like that?”

He nods, his strokes speeding up within me once more.

“What about when I rub my pussy?”

“Oh, fuck.” He grunts, brows knitting in concentration, and I don’t even get to make good on my promise before he comes, groaning low, the sight of him in the throes of passion forever etched in my mind.

He drops down beside me, pulling out, and kisses me, cupping my cheek. I pour all my love for him into the kiss, silently expressing my joy, my pleasure, all these foreign but welcome emotions unfurling within me.

He breaks away, going to clean up in the bathroom, and I stretch out luxuriously on my bed, deliciously full. My heart, my body, my mind.

And as he returns and I drape myself comfortably over him, I let out a contented sigh, my eyes growing heavy, knowing I can relax around him. That I’m safe. The first time I’ve ever felt truly, one hundred percent that way.

It’s a feeling I could get used to.

And one I won’t be letting go of anytime soon.

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“You’ve got a little something right here.”

Ethan motions to the corner of my mouth, not giving me a chance to wipe away whatever it is before he leans in, kissing me.

My lips tilt up. “You could have kissed me without making up a reason.”

“I like to keep things interesting.”

He pokes at his salad with his fork, the two of us at one of the umbrella tables outside the student center. “This salad, however, is not interesting. It has to be the most boring salad in the history of salads.”

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