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He’s more reptilian brain than anything else. I’m wet with his come and my own slick, and he draws fast, beautiful circles around my clit that immediately push me over the edge. I shut my eyes tight and come in strong waves, and when I do, he pushes inside me again, something delicious to clench around, something beautiful and grounding, and when we fall asleep like that, I think that wherever it is that we’re going, maybe, justmaybe, it might turn out to be a place I never want to leave.
22
CRITICAL MASS
When I wake up, the sun is high in the sky, and shadows have shortened to little stumps. It’s the latest I’ve been in bed since that time I got the flu during freshman year and spent forty-eight hours hallucinating that my skin was an eggshell and my skeleton had finally grown enough to hatch out of it.
There are no nightmares today. Just a feeling of bone-deep rest and Jack’s big body curved behind me, arms wrapped around my torso like a cross, securing me to him. It’s not unlike the way I awoke exactly two weeks ago. Except that we’re naked, our skin tacky. This time heisgoing to have to change the sheets.
Something nags at the back of my skull, telling me that I can’t afford to waste time, that I should get out of bed and be productive—answer emails, clean the oven, buy a cemetery plot. I shush it and stretch in Jack’s arms. He stays asleep, hard once again. I wonder if it’s another peerection. If—
“A what?”
Oh shit. “Nothing.” Did I say it out loud?
Jack’s voice is a deep rumble. “Did you just—”
“No. Nope. I—”
I hide my face in my pillow. This is why I don’t sleep in—if I get the amount of rest I actually need, my head-to-mouth filter stops working and—
Jack’s hand slides down past my stomach. He starts grinding drowsily against my ass, and my mind blanks.
“Okay?” he asks, half-asleep.
“Please.” I hook my foot behind his shin. He presses an open-mouthed kiss on the curve of my shoulder.
“You did say that we might have to work on the sex.”
I stiffen. If it wasn’t good, I said. Was it not good? I thought it was, but—what do I know? He’s the expert here. “I’m sorry, I—”
“Elsie. Work on how littleIlast.” He bites the spot where he kissed me, and then his cock is rubbing against me, breaching my entrance. He makes a few soft, grunt-like noises next to my ear, then presses to the hilt in one single push. I spasm around him, and the drag against my muscles is sun-extinguishingly good. It’s still a snug fit, but I’m wet from his come, soft from sleep, and he slides inside like a dream.
He pinches my hard nipple, like he knows exactly what my body wants, even when I don’t. His palm presses against my abdomen, and I wonder if he can feel himself move within me, if he can tell how full I am. His thrusts are long and slow, at once leisurely and forceful enough to shift my entire body closer to the headboard.
“Okay, okay, I—” He laughs ruefully, breathless against my throat, and I reach behind me. To touch his cheek, to hold on tohim. “Maybe you should be in charge. Before I fuck you into the mattress again.”
Shockingly, I’m still capable of blushing. “What do I—”
“Just—move.” He presses a kiss where my neck meets my shoulder. “Do what feels good. Let me see you—yes.Yeah.”
I grind my ass against his abdomen, shallow, slow, awkward at first, because the position is weird and because what even am I doing? But my hips circle in a long, sinuous move, and something hits just right, and—
We gasp in unison.
“There?” he murmurs against my ear, angling my hips to give me even more. “That’s how I make you come?”
My mind blurs. “You already made me come.”
He makes a guttural noise. “I want to feel it. When my cock is inside you.”
I moan, and then I’m not in charge anymore. The pleasure gushes inside me, scarily strong, quicker than I thought possible, unraveling like an avalanche. I squeeze his fingers and he squeezes back, and when my body clamps down on his, hedoespress me into the mattress, and hedoesfuck me like his control is not fully there, and hedoessay my name over and over, like a war chant. He smells like sex and our sweat and the best sleep I’ve ever had, murmurs sweet, filthy things in my ear, promises that he’ll never let me go.
The sun is high in the sky, Jack is deep inside me, and I smile into the sheets for no particular reason.
•••
I think I might be happy.
