Friends with Benefits - Nicole Blanchard Page 0,48

coaxing it between her thighs. All the oxygen in my lungs seemed to evaporate. She was already wet for me, the skin of her inner thighs slick with her arousal.

“Why didn’t you?” she asked.

I couldn’t help it. Once her thighs closed over the head of my dick, I thrust my hips forward and pressed my forehead against hers. I angled up so that I was brushing against her wet folds, teasing us both. Sweat broke out all over my skin.

“Didn’t I what?” What the hell were we talking about?

“Why didn’t you wake me up any way you liked?”

She tensed the muscles in her thighs, and I was this close to begging her to let me in. “It wasn’t something we’d talked about. I didn’t want to cross any boundaries you might have that I didn’t know about.”

For a second, I thought I had pissed her off because she didn’t say anything in response. Then, she lifted her top leg and rested it over my thigh. She reached down again and angled my cock toward her opening. I sucked in a breath as she adjusted her body until I slid in with ease.

“Next time, you can wake me up if you want,” she said. “I don’t mind.”

I was trying to keep a clear head, but it was impossible. She was so warm and wet it was killing me. My voice was hoarse when I spoke. “I’ll try to remember that.”

We had to be quiet, so I fucked her soft and slow, listening to the sounds of her breathing change, and adjusting the depth and speed of my thrusts. When she was moaning into the pillow she had pressed against her face, I moved my hand from her breast with reluctance to her swollen, sensitive clit. I’d spent the previous night learning everything there was to know about what got her off. I had made her come so many times she’d been begging me to stop in the end.

Ember’s fingers clamped down on my wrist as I began to draw circles over her responsive flesh. Her hips bucked, urging me to go faster, but I wanted to take it slow and make it last. We both had a busy couple of weeks coming up, and we might not get a chance to be together for a while. I wasn’t going to rush her over the edge if I could help it.

She began to writhe against me, trying to get herself off with my dick. I chuckled darkly and said, “Someone’s greedy this morning.”

Practically growling, she replied, “Tripp, please fuck me.”

Goddamn, I liked it when she was bossy.

Turning, I adjusted her body until she was lying on her side somewhat, belly to the bed. I straddled her bottom leg and angled the top over my arm. When I drove into her, it was long and deep and slow. She stopped breathing for a second, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and all of her muscles tensing when I bottomed out inside her.

She liked this position, I had learned. Her thighs were quivering within seconds, and sounds came out of her throat I’d never heard her make before. If it weren’t for the pillow she kept pressed against her mouth, the whole apartment complex would have heard her moaning for me. I kept my slow and steady pace and teased at her clit until she was so wet that I could feel the moisture transfer to my thighs.

When her hips went crazy, I knew she was close. She liked to fight her orgasm, and I had to keep hold of her leg, or she would have bucked me off. In the end, I had her damn near pinned to the bed, playing furiously at her clit as she sobbed out her release into the pillow. I could wake up every morning like this, imagining new ways to make her scream.

She lay there for a while until the aftershocks abated. When she could move, I climbed off her and threw myself onto my back. My dick was still rock-hard, but all I wanted was to make her come again, so I was thoroughly satisfied.

I was only half aware of what she was doing as she slid down my body. Then I felt her hand wrap around my dick and stroke it. I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat.

“Em…” I groaned when she began to lick up and down the length of me. I’d spend so much time making