Slowly We Trust (Fall and Rise #3)(72)
Author: Chelsea M. Cameron

“I want you,” she said, making me lost my train of thought.

“Now?” I wanted to be absolutely sure.

“Yes. Now. Sex.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. I leaned back on the bed and she turned and threw herself on top of me, clawing her way up my body until our lips smashed together. This time she was the one who shoved her tongue in my mouth, who groped for my zipper, who started whispering all the dirty things she wanted to do to me.

I loved it when she was like this. I loved her when she was sweet and shy and pretended she didn’t want me to do the things that she knew I knew she wanted me to. But other times she was in control and I followed her lead. This was one of those times.

“Do you want me to f**k you?” I said as she nearly ripped my shirt as she pulled it over my head.

“Yes, I want you to f**k me. With your mouth and with your cock. I want you everywhere. I don’t want there to be a part of me that you haven’t touched.” She used to be afraid to tell me these things, but she’d gotten more and more daring. I f**king loved it so much.

“Well, I guess I can do that,” I said, hooking my legs around hers and flipping us so I was on top. We usually changed positions at least twice during our sessions and I knew her enough to know that she would want to end on top, her back arched and her hair streaming down her back, my name in her mouth.

I barely got her shirt off before she pulled my c**k out of my pants and was stroking it with her hand. I fumbled with one hand in the drawer next to her bed to get the lube she’d bought and surprised me with.

She grinned and squirted a little into her palm before taking me in her hand again, gliding up and down my length.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Aud.”

“I know,” she said with a smug smile before scooting down and taking me in her mouth.

I couldn’t really form actual words as she worked on me with her lips and her tongue and her hand.

I’d also gotten better at holding myself off and not coming too soon. It was not easy, but it made the sex so much better when we could come together. Well, at least around the same time. We’d been trying for the elusive simultaneous orgasm and had only had it a few times. Still, it gave us something to work toward. I liked having goals.

She kissed the tip of my c**k and then slid back upward, taking my hands and putting them on the waistband of her pants.

“Now it’s my turn.”

I unzipped her pants and yanked them over her hips. I’d gotten better at that, too. Kissing my way down her stomach, I took my time to savor every inch of her sweet skin. I loved watching how the light created shadows over the contours of her body. I took extra time with her scar, kissing every inch of it. I loved it even more now.

“You’re so beautiful.” I’d said it hundreds of times, but that didn’t mean it was any less true than the first time I’d told her.

I settled between her legs, after kissing the inside of her thighs. Her hands wrapped in my hair, pulling just a bit. I knew she’d pull harder before this was over. I welcomed it. I welcomed the way she moaned my name and moved under me, guiding me to where she wanted me most. I welcomed how she thrust her hips against me, f**king my face.

Slow. I went slow, which she both loved and hated. It would pay off in the long run, but not before she got a little mad at me. And cursed my name and told me that she was never having sex with me again. I just grinned and kissed her clit lightly.

She wasn’t cursing me when I entered her a few moments later. Well, she was cursing, but not me. She wanted fast, I took it slow, but soon our pace was equal. I watched her face and her breaths and waited for her to tell me she wanted to be on top. I didn’t have to wait long until she was rolling us and then straddling me again. Sometimes she went reverse cowgirl, but most of the time I think she liked to watch my face. I loved to watch her as she let herself go and came undone above me.

Her climax came soon, and I let myself go right after.

She leaned down and kissed me while I started to get soft inside her.

“Thanks for the f**king,” she said.

“Anytime, baby.”

God, I loved having sex with Will. If I’d known sex with him would be so fantastic, I would have started doing it with him much sooner. And more often. I also loved the way he held me afterwards, our bodies still damp with sweat and our hearts racing.

“So we’re definitely going to make up for not having sex yesterday by having as much of it as possible in the near future, yes?” he asked after we’d cleaned up.

“I think you putting your lightsaber in my . . . Yeah, I can’t come up with anything that makes that work,” I said.

“How about my basilisk in your Chamber of Secrets?” I snorted. I loved Harry Potter sex puns.

“You can definitely put your basilisk in my Chamber of Secrets.” I kissed his cheek and realized neither of us had eaten yet and I was starving. I got up and brought the entire plate of cake over to the bed, along with two forks.

“Breakfast of champions,” I said, handing him a fork.

“You’re awesome.”

“Back atcha.”

We ate naked, which led to Will smearing frosting on one of my ni**les on purpose and then proposing to lick it off. Of course I let him and that led to us abandoning the cake altogether again.

“So, are you going to tell everyone?” Will said after we’d showered and gotten dressed. I definitely had studying to do, but it was going to have to wait.

“Well, I don’t see how I can avoid telling Lottie. Because you’ll tell her without telling her. And then she’ll tell Zan and Zan will tell Stryker and Stryker will tell Trish and Katie and then Max will know and you’ll also tell Simon and he’ll tell Brady, so we might as well tell them anyway,” I said, catching my breath.

“That is exactly what I was thinking,” Will said, throwing his towel in the hamper.

“It’s like we’re twins,” I said.

“Dear God, no. I can only take one,” he said, shuddering. “And that’s bad enough.

“Just kidding.” I smacked him on the ass and then grabbed his lightsaber and turned it on. It made that cool swooshing noise as it lit up.

“Whoa, be careful with that,” Will said, reaching for it as if I was a child who had picked up a piece of priceless pottery and was threatening to smash it.

“Oh, are you afraid I’m going to break it,” I said, swirling it in a circle. I hadn’t thought about much how fun I was going to have with this particular present. The look of terror on his face was priceless.