Page 83 of Lovewell Lane

He caught my gaze and smiled wider. He was having fun. He leaned down so that our bodies were pressed against oneanother. Then he pressed against me again, his cock sinking inside of me.

The stretch made me moan a little too loud. Derek pushed a hand against my mouth and stopped moving until I composed myself. “You okay?”

I nodded frantically. “Keep moving,” I begged.

My thighs trembled, spread wide open for him, as much as they possibly could. His hands which had remained firmly on my waist moved. One hand went to circle my clit and I couldn’t take it. I hid my face in his neck as my mouth gaped open at the feeling.

He exhaled through his nose slowly, pushing inside of me as slowly as humanly possible. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Every inch of him pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He hadn’t even started moving yet, but him rubbing at my clit and stretching me out was driving me crazy.

He bottomed out and waited until I pushed at his chest. “Move, please,” I said. My voice sounded as wrecked as I felt.

My lips parted to let out a string of moans as he continued rolling his hips against mine. He started out slow, but his thrusts only got more and more steady the louder I got. My hands grasped at whatever part of him I could reach.

“Derek,” I cried. My thighs closed around his hips as I pulled him closer to me with every part of my body.

“That’s it, baby. Are you gonna cum on my cock?”

I let out another moan as he continued rocking into me. Every thrust hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I watched him glance down where we met and his eyes nearly rolled at the sight.

He buried his face in my hair and fucked into me harder. “I’m gonna cum, Margo.”

“Please,” I begged. “Cum in me.”

His breathing stuttered as he did as I asked. I wasn’t far behind him, my hips had a mind of their own as I chased my high. We were both damp with exertion as Derek pulled out of me and rolled over to pull me on top of him.

“Fuck,” he said.

I laughed and hid my face from him. “Yeah, fuck.”

He looked at me like I was the sun. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this. But I’d do it all again a million times over if this is how it turns out.”

29

Derek

I woke up to the smell of her before anything else. Vanilla and jasmine. Margo was curled against me, her leg thrown over mine like she’d claimed me for herself. Her hair was golden in the early morning sunlight and I found my hand absentmindedly tracing it. The golden strands made a beautiful mess across my pillow. I didn’t dare move.

Her breathing was slow. Her fingers twitched around where our hands rested against each other. I counted the freckles dotted across the bridge of her nose.

I smiled into the soft light of morning and bit back a yawn. Usually, I was ready to jump out of bed the second my eyes opened, but with Margo here I found myself drifting off back to sleep. This felt right. Margo’s presence in my life was impossible to ignore. We might have agreed to take it slow, but after the past couple of nights of her sleeping over, I wasn’t ready to ever give this up.

Eventually, she stirred.

“Morning,” she mumbled, not opening her eyes.

“Good morning,” I whispered back.

“You’re staring again.”

“You’re in my bed.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Margo teased.

“I already have,” I determined.

That earned me a half-smile, and then she groaned and pulled the blanket over her face. “What time is it?”

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