Page 144 of Sweet Caroline
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” I mumble between crushing kisses. “Missed how incredible you feel.”
And, Jesus, has she always smelled this good?
“Me too.” She drives her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and I moan—loud enough to snap her back to remembering where we are, I guess, because she pulls back slightly. “Miles…” she almost whimpers my name as she slips her hands back out from my pants.
I already hate the inch of space between our lips. After the last month, denying myself any longer feels torturous.
“We have to…” she trails off, her words lost to the flick of my thumbs over her nipples. Even through her bra, they feel hard and… needy.
Can nipples be needy? These ones sure are. As in, they need my mouth on them.
“We have to what?” I ask, sucking and licking her neck. “Don’t say wait. ’Cause I can’t wait another fucking second.”
The door grinds open and she drags me toward my apartment door, laughing. “Come on.”
“Fuck, I need you.” I tug her back against me as we stumble along.
“You can have me,” she teases, equally unable to tear herself away. “Just… not in the hallway.”
“Oh,” I deadpan, “fancy girl’s gotstandards.”
I don’t know how we navigate from the hallway, through the door, and into my bedroom, but clothes and shoes form a scattered trail in our wake. We careen in a half-naked tangle until we topple onto my bed like desperate, fumbling teenagers.
“Take these off.” Caroline shoves my already-unzipped jeans over my hips and I awkwardly roll to the side to tug them down, along with my boxer briefs. They’re still around my calves when I crash back into her, and she laughs. “All the way off!”
“Fuck it,” I mumble against her lips before tugging her panties to the side and driving two fingers into her perfect warmth.Fuck, she feels so good. Like home.
“Oh my God,” she groans.
The way I’m working my fingers isn’t gentle or slow, but I don’t hear any complaints. And, when she spits into her palm and slips her hand between us to stroke my aching cock, I know we’re not messing around here. It’s been too long. We’ve been too starved of each other.
“Get on your back,” she whispers before giving my shoulder a firm shove.
I pullmy fingers out as I roll onto my back, then stare up in wonder at the confident girl tearing off her panties to climb over me. “Where’d this bossy attitude come from?”
“Figured out what I want.” Brow arched, she guides me into position, still stroking with a gentle squeeze. “And what I want… is to ride you until I come.”
Biting her lip, she whips her head around to my bedside table and leans over. But I guess she yanks the drawer open a bit too enthusiastically, because the entire thing comes flying out and she yelps as its contents spill onto the floor.
“No! Dang it!” Left holding nothing but the little empty drawer by the knob, she lets out a plaintive groan.
I lift up on my elbows and sigh when I clock the state of affairs on the floor—specifically, the box of condoms now well out of reach. I flop back on the bed with a tired sigh but can’t quite resist gripping my shaft and slipping the tip through her wetness once more.
“Well, shoot…” She sets the drawer on top of the nightstand and moves over me, tilting her hips like she can’t help it, but then catches herself and backs off with a pained sort of impatience. “I should get the…”
I squeeze her hip, my fingers digging into her skin. “My tests were clear.”
Her eyes flit between the spilled box of condoms and my face, her brows pinching with need as I press the heated crown of my dick against her clit. “Um… same. I mean, I got tested after…” She makes a little gesture with her hand, obviously not wanting to get into thewhy. “And I’ve had an IUD for years. We could”—she swallows, then whimpers as I circle her clit—“go without, I guess?”
I tug her down firmly by the back of the neck so our lips are almost touching. “You sure?” I kiss her hard, hungry and desperate. “You want me to fuck you raw?”
But she’s already working her hips to guide me inside her.
“Baby,fuck…” I lie back and hold her steady for a torturous beat. “Are you sure? Tell me.”
“Yes, fuck me bare. God,please.” Her breaths skitter and catch as she sinks down, tilting and grinding as she takes me deeper. She’s so ready, she doesn’t have to lift her hips more than once before she takes it all on the next stroke.
“Shit, Caroline,” I say, reaching up to pinch her perfect nipples.
