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Here I am, being a complete asshole for lying to this beautiful, sweet girl and trying to get inside of her again after she was nearly kidnapped earlier today and saw her friend get shot.
My dick needs to calm down. Just because it went years without being touched or getting to fuck, it doesn’t mean it gets to go twenty-four seven now that it’s found someone who may want it occasionally.
Lyla could be like her sister and only want sex once a week.
If so, I’ll learn to be patient.
And jerk off ten times a day while I wait for her tocome around.
Lyla
Is it wrong to wake up and tease a man by rubbing your ass against his morning wood? If so, I’m guilty as charged.
Barrett is still asleep. At least, I think he is. His breathing is still regular and heavy as his arm thrown over my waist remains sort of limp while another body part wakes up…
Last night was the first time I ever slept with a man, as in all night, in his bed, both of us sleeping after we picked up my things from the house and came here.
It was so much nicer than going to bed cold and alone.
The entire bedroom, the pillows and sheets, all smell masculine, like leather and sandalwood. Barrett’s body puts off heat like a furnace, which felt great since the air conditioner is on full blast.
Thick, dark curtains cover the windows, keeping the sunshine out so that I have no idea what time it is until I reach for my phone. The move inadvertently presses my bottom to Barrett’s bulge even harder.
I barely see the number eight, followed by two other digits on the screen before the hibernating Bear awakens. His arm that was loose around me tightens, pulling me against him in an unbreakable hold. The deep growl against my ear as his lower body grinds into mine has my panties soaking wet.
“Good morning,” I say softly as I take his hand that’s on my stomach and slide it down into my pajama shorts and panties so he can feel how ready I am for him.
“Goddamn, Lyla,” Barrett says in his grumbly, sleepy voice as he rubs his index finger up and down my slit, teasing me while his lips place wet kisses on my neck. “You gonna wash my sheets for me afterward?”
“Huh?” I ask since it’s hard to think about anything other thanhis probing fingertip that’s now circling my clit and his hardness pressed to my ass.
“You’re dripping, baby. I can’t wait to leave a huge wet spot on these sheets.”
“Oh,” I whisper. “O-okay.”
In the blink of an eye, the covers are thrown off us. The cool air on my overheating skin makes me shiver even before I’m stripped naked by Barrett. He has a dark, determined, hungry look on his face when he climbs on top of me. He doesn’t waste time removing his pajama pants or boxer briefs, though, just pushes them down enough to free himself and slide all the way inside of me.
The sound of my wetness is embarrassingly loud as he begins to fuck me, slowly at first, before gathering speed. His big hands grab my knees, pushing them up and out so we can both watch his shaft moving in and out of me. It’s covered in the slick white froth of my arousal, making my cheeks burn. My pussy may as well be screaming that I’m a horny little slut.
“God, that’s so fucking hot,” Barrett says. “Seeing and feeling how much you want me. It’s only fair since you can see how hard you make me.”
“I do?” I ask, even though it’s sort of obvious since we’re having sex.
As if to prove his point further, though, Barrett sweeps my legs up on the bend of his arms, tilting my pelvis, and… “Holy shit!” I exclaim, my fingers grasping at the sheets as he starts pounding me into the mattress. He hits some unknown place deep inside me that he somehow missed the other two times we had sex. It’s not pain but not quite pleasure either. I’m not sure if I want him to stop or keep hitting it.
He doesn’t just keep slamming into it. He pulverizes that spot until it finally bursts wide open.
A high-powered river gushes from somewhere inside of me, setting off fireworks andtremors.
Orgasms are great, but this is pure ecstasy, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I’m still recovering when Barrett says from where he flopped onto the mattress beside me, “God, that was fucking amazing. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
His comment makes my head swell a few hat sizes because I take it to mean that he enjoys sex with me better than with my sister. That thought is so messed up, but still, I’m happy.
“It’s so nice that we’re keeping it light between us, you know?” he goes on to add. “Not no strings exactly, just no drama, nothing serious.”
“Uh-huh,” I reply rather than contradict his assessment. The sex may be nothing serious for him, but I’ve spent years comparing every man to his perfection, inside and out. Being with Barrett is like finding the Holy Grail. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, the girl who had never been kissed or had a boyfriend before.
