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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Dozer

I keep having to stop to reassure myself that this is real. That Marissa is really here, naked in my bed, reaching for me, touching me, kissing me. That it’s not just a dream that I’ll wake up to discover isn’t real. That my real life is a waking nightmare because this dream isn’t true.

But then she touches me, kisses me, nips at my lip, and her teeth scraping on my skin is more effective than any pinch to let me know that I’m not dreaming.

I wasn’t joking when I said I wasn’t going to last long, and I’m determined to make sure she finishes tonight. Rolling her to her back, I settle between her thighs again, taking a deep breath and forcing my hips to stay still when my cock nestles against her belly. I want to thrust against her, to find my way inside her and spend myself. And I will. But not until I know she’s come first.

Once again, I kiss and caress my way down her body, spending time with her nipples again because I like the way it makes her gasp and arch and writhe. Bringing my knees under me, I keep one nipple in my mouth while I slide a hand down her side, caressing the spot where her waist nips in beneath her rib cage, spending plenty of time at her hip and ass as well before gently moving her leg a little farther to the side, opening her for me.

Sliding my fingers back and forth up her inner thigh, I tease the edge of her pussy until she starts making soft whining sounds in her throat, her hips moving, clearly desperate for more. And then I give her what she wants, softly stroking her pussy with just my finger tips and then moving away.

“Jesus fuck,” she hisses, and I gently bite her nipple, making her gasp again.

I keep this up—gentle touches, soft bites, a little more and a little more until finally I sink a finger inside her, provoking a moan, her pussy already starting to clench around me. Pulling that finger out, I add a second, moving them slowly in and out, letting my thumb settle over her clit to draw tiny circles the way I did to her nipple when I first let it free.

“Please, Dozer,” she gasps. “Please, please, please.”

Releasing her nipple, I sit up, unable to keep the satisfied smile from my face. Maybe it makes me a bastard, but I like hearing her beg like that, knowing I’m the only one who can truly give her satisfaction right now. Keeping my hand in place, I ease myself back and down until I’m lying on my belly between her thighs, looking up the length of her body to find her looking down at me.

Holding her gaze, I run my tongue from where my fingers are still inside her, up around and over her clit, and down the other side.

She shudders, letting her head drop back, curses falling from her lips.

Grinning, I do it again. And again. And again. Faster each time until my tongue is moving on her clit, and she’s moaning and cursing and writhing, and I can tell she’s about to explode.

Her legs try to clamp closed, but I hold them open, never letting up until she comes with a shout, her whole body shuddering, her pussy contracting around my fingers like she’s trying to milk them.

I stay with her, licking her gently, pumping my fingers slowly, helping her ride out her orgasm until she’s limp and sated, pleading with me to stop.

Sitting up, I wipe my mouth with my hand, slowly pulling my fingers out of her. Marissa has one arm thrown over her face, but as I withdraw from her, she lets it fall, watching me as I lift my hand to my mouth and suck my fingers clean.

Her eyes widen, and she whispers, “Jesus fuck,” again.

Grinning, I reach for the condom and tear it open. “I’d ask if you want to do the honors,” I murmur, “but I’m not sure you’re capable at the moment, and also, if you touch me, I might explode. So that’ll have to wait until next time.”

She just nods in response, and another knot loosens in my chest. She wants there to be a next time. Even though I’m pretty sure I was clear that I want us to be together, to date, to be in a relationship, I’m not sure either of us actually agreed out loud that’s what this is. We just kinda said we were attracted to each other, started kissing, and now we’re here. But I’ll clear all that up later. Right now, I need to be inside Marissa more than I need my next breath.

I want to give her a minute to recover, but waiting is killing me.

Any hesitation I might’ve had is erased when she holds out a hand to me and whispers, “Come here.”

I slide into her embrace, gathering her body against mine, my cock settling against her wet pussy. My hips move almost of their own accord, rocking and thrusting against her, making her gasp again, and then I find the promised land. The head of my cock slips inside her, and I push forward slowly, both of us letting out soft sighs as I finally sink into her.

I hold still for a moment, needing a second to get a grip on myself because I’m already so close to coming. And no matter what we’ve both said about having all night and there being a next time, I’m not ready for this—our first time—to be over already.

She opens her eyes, her hands bracketing my jaw as she stares into my very soul. When she draws my mouth to hers, I’m lost. I can’t stop my hips from moving anymore, but I do my best to keep it slow, not ready to lose this moment prematurely.

But her teeth graze my lower lip, and that spurs me on, making me pick up the pace, my body one giant pulsing need . I need her. I need to feel her, to hold her, to lose myself in her.

Her legs wrap around my waist, making me feel wanted, welcomed, desired, and I reach down to grip her ass, tilting her hips up a little, gratified by the moan she releases on my next thrust.

Good. I want this to be good for her too.

Every second, every caress, every stroke is intense pleasure, and I wish I could stay in this moment for eternity. But I’ll have to content myself with the fact that this won’t be a one-time thing.

My hips move in their own rhythm, my release too close to hold it off for much longer, and with Marissa’s moans and soft cries spurring me on, my body coils tight, preparing for release. And with one hard thrust after another, I grind into her, spilling myself inside her in one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

My whole body wants to go slack after my release, but I hold myself up on my forearms so I don’t crush her. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close despite my best efforts.

I ease down, letting more of my weight fall onto her, though not all of it, and she hums, the sound full of contentment. Pressing a kiss to her upper chest, just below her collarbone, I pull out and quickly get rid of the condom, wrapping it up and tossing it in the wastebasket so I can get back to Marissa.

She comes right to me, cuddling up with me once I get in the bed, her head on my shoulder and her arm across my chest. We lie there in silence for several moments. Her skin feels so right against mine, and I let my fingers stray up and down her arm.

Little by little, though, I notice tension drawing back into her muscles, and I’m worried that she’s about to run away and ignore my texts again. If one little kiss was enough to provoke that reaction, what’s full-blown sex going to cause? Maybe I did act weird after the kiss—I don’t remember being particularly weird, but she interpreted it that way at least—but I’m not acting weird now. Am I? Cuddling after sex is pretty standard, isn’t it?

Just as I’m about to say something, she finally does. “So, uh … I just—” She covers her face with her hand and shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I’m making this super awkward. But like I said before, fragile sense of self and all that, so I just want to make sure I’m reading things right.”

“We’re dating,” I pronounce. “You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend. You can tell people. Lord knows, I plan to.” As soon as the definitive list leaves my mouth, I second-guess myself and look down at her upturned face. “As long as that’s what you want. That’s what I want, though.”

She gives me a relieved smile. “Good. Yes. That’s what I want. But since it wasn’t explicitly stated before …”

I laugh softly as she trails off. “Well, it’s been explicitly stated now.”

“Good,” she whispers, pressing a light kiss to my chest.

“Good,” I echo.