Page 80 of Adrift

“You, Rani. You changed everything.”

Her hands find their way into my hair, tugging. “I don’t want to hide things either, not from my friends and not from my parents.”

Fuck, I’d forgotten about her mom. “Your mom is going to find a way to murder me in my sleep.”

“That, she will. But let’s not worry about her right now. She’s for my future-self to deal with.” She writhes against me, her hand trailing down my bare torso. She wraps her hand around my hardening shaft, stroking me until my breathing becomes ragged. “Let’s worry about the fact that I’m up for round two.”

I exhale slowly, trying not to think about how she got so good with her hands. It’ll just reignite my desire to kill her ex. “You’re sore.”

“I am.” She presses her thumb against the tip of my dick, rolling the precum around it. I grit out a, fuuuck, squeezing my eyes shut. The way she moves against me, the way she squeezes my erection, and her whispers against my mouth, I’m past ready to go. “But you know what they say? You can’t reach your goals without working through the pain.”

I groan. “And what’s your goal?”

“You.”

“You have me,” I whisper.

“Good, then show me.”

* * *

My hand slides down her back as I line myself up between her open legs. I’m behind her with the most exquisite view of her ass pressed to my hip. The side of her head lays on the pillow below her, while her long curls rest at her side, exposing her neck. Her arms are laying above her head, her fingers intertwined so tightly, I worry she’s losing blood circulation.

She’s a vision.

My beautiful nymph who’s made her home under my skin.

I slide my length to her front to gather her juices before trailing it all the way back to the crack of her ass. I slap it in between her ass, making her whimper. I know she’s ready for me, impatient even. I slide my hand over her ass cheek before squeezing one in my hand. Goddamn, she’s hot.

“Please, Darian.”

She pulls a hand down, directing it toward her pleading core when I stop her, my voice firm. “Hands together over your head. If you want something, you tell me.”

“I want you inside me. I want your fingers playing with me.”

I do exactly what she asks. Pressing my wet and swollen head into her entrance, I push in deep and stretch her as wide as she can go. She whimpers and I watch my entire length disappear inside her. I’m completely encased.

We both moan before she wiggles, adjusting to my size. She’s so fucking tight, I feel like I’m wearing her like a glove.

I place both hands on her hips before pulling out almost all the way. She makes an ooh sound before I slam back into her, making her mewl again. I do it again and again, making the mattress creak underneath us, until she’s mumbling unintelligibly under her breath.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good, Darian. Oh God, yes.”

I increase my pace, feeling her get wetter around me. Sliding my hand down her back, I wrap it around the nape of her neck, keeping her pressed against the pillow. My balls slap against the bottom of her mound and the sound drives my pulse higher. “I love this ass,” I grit. “So fucking much.”

“What else?” she whispers shakily.

I pummel into her, my arm wrapping around to her front before my fingers slide down her stomach to find her swollen clit. I move around it, sliding my two fingers into her folds. I won’t let her come until she’s chanting my name. “Your fucking easy smiles. Your raspy songs.” I can feel her core tighten around me as she moans. “The way you smell, the damn Friday glitter on your lids,” I slam into her again, “your fucking principles.”

“Mmm, God, I love that you love my principles. It’s so hot,” she pants, her hands fisting the sheet above her. “Darian, I’m close.”

“Tell me what you love.”

“Besides coffee?”

I tweak her clit in punishment and she bucks against me, moaning, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of a second time.

“I love your non-smiles, the way you keep your face expressionless, but the way I can still read it. I love the way your nostrils flare when you’re angry or turned-on.” She cries out as I give her an example of how turned-on I really am when I slam into her, feeling her deep inside. “The way you watch me.”

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