Page 17 of 3rd and 4 (Season of Change #3)

“Bye!”

“Love you!”

“Talk soon!”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Daya’s head snaps up, her hand pausing mid-wave, eyes wide. “Addy!” She whisper-hisses, elbowing me in the gut.

I keep smiling as I look down at her. “They can’t hear me, Itty Bitty.”

“They might read lips!” My parents, aunt, uncle, and cousin are driving home.

Daya’s parents and brother are driving to the airport.

They can’t hear me. And they certainly can’t read my lips.

But even if they could, I don’t care. It has been a week since Daya and I have been alone for more than a few minutes.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. And I already adore her mother and respect her father.

Brad’s ok. He’s a good guy, but he kept undressing my cousin with his eyes and it gave me the heebie jeebies.

To be fair, I’m about to do unspeakably dirty things to his little sister.

I wait until both vehicles are out of sight, give it another 30 seconds, then bend low and toss Daya over my shoulder.

Stealing her key card from her back pocket, I don’t miss a step, swiping it at the door, and again once I’m in front of her room.

The door clicks shut behind us and I inhale slowly, forcing myself to chill out.

I don’t want to freak her out, don’t want to scare her with my need, but… I need her.

Her roommate, Claudia, is thankfully at her boyfriend’s apartment, where she’s been spending a good bit of time.

I slide out of my shoes, then lay her gently on her bed before removing her own shoes.

I use my body to push her to the other side and climb in behind her.

Arm over her hip, the other cradling her head, I make sure there’s not a single centimeter of space between us and finally allow myself to relax.

“Just want to hold you.” I murmur in her hair at the back of her head.

I inhale her scent, greedy for more. Nosing her hair to the side, I kiss behind her ear, rubbing my nose along the column of her throat.

She makes a sound, that feminine noise a woman makes when she’s content, and wiggles around until she’s comfortable.

How she could possibly be comfy with the steel rod in my pants poking her in the butt is anyone’s guess.

And I’m not stupid enough to question it.

We lay in comfortable silence for a while.

Just enjoying being together, being close, being exactly where we want to be.

She stretches like a cat waking from a nap, twisting slightly to meet my eyes over her shoulder.

A soft smile greets me, and like a magnet, I can’t resist pressing my lips to hers for a kiss.

When I pull back, her eyes slowly flutter open.

“I love you.”

“Fuck.” I mutter, moving quickly until she’s flat on her back and I’m wedged between her firm, supple thighs, grinding my cock against the warm heat of her clothed pussy.

Hearing those words, knowing the truth of them…

“I love you, too. So fucking much, Itty Bitty.” I slam my mouth on hers and devour her.

My lips part and my tongue pushes past her lips, licking all around her mouth, wanting her taste to surround me.

Our passion grows the longer we kiss, our bodies as desperate to join as our mouths.

We take turns stripping the other, our lips and hands following the path of our clothing until we’re naked, my cock begging for her pussy.

She moves on instinct, undulating, writhing, rubbing her juices over me until all I can smell is her arousal.

I trail my lips down her body, licking and lightly suckling her sensitive nipples, grazing my tongue over the grooves of her abs, across each hip bone and finally, planting a tender kiss above her smooth pussy.

I meet her eyes, open my mouth to tongue her clit.

She shakes her head, a distressed sound filling the air.

“Daya—” I rise up to question if she’s alright, but she interrupts.

“Fuck me.” I grin, loving how incongruent it is to hear my sweet Itty Bitty say something so vulgar, especially when she spreads her thighs obscenely wide and points to her gushing pussy with one hand.

“Fuck. Me. With. That.” The other hand points at my dick, leaking at the tip, my balls full to bursting.

“I want to stretch you out a bit—”

“I have never been this wet in my life. And I want to stretch around your c-cock, not your tongue or fingers.” She looks as surprised as I feel that any of that just came out of her mouth.

“Please.” I am so proud of her, aside from being polite, and the slight stutter on the word “cock”, she’s getting comfortable with me, with her body, expressing her needs.

And damn if it doesn’t make my cock jerk and spit more precum.

I sit up between her legs, pulling her thighs over my hips, planting one hand beside her head, the other searching under her pillow for the condom I stashed when our clothes came off.

“You want me?” She nods; her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

“You want me to fill you up?” She nods again with a strangled moan.

I dip my head and run my nose along her throat, then circle my tongue around each of her pretty little nipples.

I rip open the condom wrapper and make quick work of rolling it down my length.

“You want to feel how my big cock claims your body, making you mine forever?” She looks up at me from under her lashes, such hope, devotion, and love.

“You’ve always been mine, Daya.” I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb along her cheek bone.

“But I slide inside you, claim your hymen with my cock, fuck you screaming into an orgasm…I ain’t ever leaving. ”

She smirks up at me, cinches her legs behind me, and pulls me until the ultra-sensitive head of my cock is inside her. “Welcome home.”

“Jesus, fuck.” I mutter, dropping my head to my chest and forcing myself to breathe.

Indescribable. The constriction almost painful.

I push in a little further, watching her face closely to make sure I’m not hurting her.

She’s so open, her eyes riveted to where our bodies join, her little tongue poking out.

We both jerk when I reach her barrier. I swallow hard, the trust she has given me, the honor, I pray I am always worthy of her.

That I never give her a reason to regret what we are about to share.

“I’m ok, Elijah. I’m ready,” she whispers, a slight sheen in her eyes.

I punch my hips, break through her hymen, my mouth swallowing her pained cries.

I remain seated inside her, feeling the ripple of her inner muscles along my shaft.

She grasps my face with her hands and shoves her tongue down my throat, rocking her hips, telling me without words that it’s time.

Slow. Measured. Hard. Deep. With every beat of my heart, I give more of myself to her to hold, to protect, to safeguard.

Every sigh, every scratch down my back from her nails, every lift of her hips, she gives me pieces of herself in return.

Our skin flushes with sweat, our cries hoarser, more desperate.

We cling to one another in this tiny dorm bed, laying the foundation for our future.

Her orgasm washes over her, a sweet mewl falling from her lips as her breath hitches in her chest. Her back arches, her hips swivel, her pussy clamps down, holding my cock prisoner as it takes everything I have to give. And I give it happily.

I lick her left nipple. Suckle her right.

My thumb on her clit. Prolonging her pleasure if only to continue to watch it consume her.

My cock hardens, swelling inside her, my cum filling the condom as I tangle my tongue with hers, the weight of my body pressing her into the mattress.

Her hands on my cheeks, she urges me back a little to meet my eyes.

“More than there are stars in the sky.” Tears gather quickly in my eyes, taking me by surprise. Her words…the same words she gives her parents and brother…overwhelming.

How can I feel as if something lost has been found when I never knew it was missing in the first place?