Page 71 of Campus Crush
When she emerged a few minutes later wearing nothing but my shirt, which fell to mid-thigh on her shorter frame, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders. She looked impossibly beautiful.
I’d told her once she was way out of my league, and I still thought that was true.
“Is this okay?” she asked, tugging at the hem of the shirt.
“More than okay,” I managed, my voice rougher than I intended. I’d changed into a pair of sweatpants and a fresh T-shirt while she was in the bathroom. I normally slept in my boxer briefs, but more clothes seemed like a good idea if I was going to keep from going too far.
I pulled back the covers and gestured for her to get in. She slid between the sheets, and I followed, immediately drawing her into my arms. She fit against me perfectly, herback to my chest, her curves molding against my body like she was made for me.
“This is nice,” she murmured, her voice already heavy with sleep.
I pressed a kiss to the back of her head. “Yeah, it is.”
“Foster?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for tonight. For trying to give me a break from everything.”
I tightened my arms around her. “Anytime, Babe. I mean it.”
She turned in my arms to face me, her eyes searching mine in the dim light filtering through the curtains. “I know you do,” she whispered, leaning forward to press her lips to mine.
What started as a gentle kiss quickly deepened as she parted her lips, inviting me in. I groaned softly against her mouth, my hand sliding up her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of my shirt. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as our tongues met in a slow, sensual dance.
We kissed until we were both breathless, until my control started slipping. I was sure she could feel what she did to me since my cock was hard as a rock and pressing against her. Reluctantly, I pulled back, pressing one last chaste kiss to her swollen lips.
“We should probably stop,” I whispered, my voice strained.
She nodded, though her eyes were still dark with desire. “Probably, but I don’t want to.”
She pulled my head back down and I went willingly, kissing her with everything I had.
Her body arched against mine, our legs intertwininguntil her soaked panties ground against my thigh and it nearly broke me. The heat of her against my leg had me harder than steel.
She whimpered as she found a rhythm, grinding against me. I moved my mouth, kissing down her neck, as I slipped my hands into her underwear, gripping her luscious ass that I’d had too many dreams about to count.
“Foster,” she moaned. “Please,” she begged, her voice taking on a needy edge.
“Please what, Baby? Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” she whispered.
“I am touching you.”
“Make me come…please.”
Fuck. I couldn’t deny her when she begged me like that.
I slid my hand around to the front of her body and then pressed two fingers against her swollen clit. Her whole body shuddered against mine as she let out another breathy moan that had me dangerously close to the edge of coming.
“Oh, God. That feels so good,” she sighed.
I was desperate to taste her—to feel her come on my tongue—but I wouldn’t push her that far tonight.
“Fuck, Baby. You’re so wet for me.”
She whimpered, nuzzling her face against my neck. Fuck, she was going to make me come. It had been too long, and touching her like this already had me so fucking close.
