if she is asleep on the other side of our shared bathroom.
Stripping down to my boxers, I pull the covers back and slide in.
I lie in silence, desperately trying to hear if she’s awake and moving around in the next room, but all I can hear is my own breathing.
As I will sleep to claim me, I replay our time out in the woods. I picture what her body looked like beneath me. How hard her nipples pebbled when I touched her. How sweet she was on my tongue.
Fuck, I’ve only had one taste and I’m already addicted.
I’ve no idea how long I lay there with my cock once again rock-hard and the vision of her in my head, but eventually a click fills the silence and a slither of light brightens my room.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I have to do a double-take at the vision before me.
Alyssa stands with the light of her room behind her. It glows around her, making her look like a fucking angel. She’s wearing a white slip which is so see-through that it might as well not be there.
“Lys. Fuck.”
“I was lonely.” She bites down on her bottom lip as if she’s unsure of herself and it makes my cock throb. I need to feel her around me so fucking bad.
She takes a step into my room. Her hips sway, her tits bounce, and my mouth waters.
“So I thought maybe… you could keep me company?”
I sit up, the covers pooling at my waist ensuring her eyes drop to my chest. I’ve known for years what she thought of my body. I’ve always made sure to be topless as much as possible just so I could see what I did to her. I craved to know she was still interested, but equally terrified that one day she wouldn’t give me a second glance.
She smiles shyly when she comes to a stop beside my bed. My eyes drop to her bare feet and slowly make their way up her shapely legs, over the curve of her hips, her slim waist, and her full tits complete with rosy-pink nipples. Her smooth neck is on full display, her hair piled messily on top of her head.
She looks utterly breathtaking.
“Come here,” I murmur, holding my hand out for her.
She doesn’t move immediately, and I start to wonder if she’s regretting coming in here. But then her hands move to the bottom of the full skirt of sheer fabric and she pulls it up and off her incredible body, and it's then she takes my hand and climbs onto my lap.
Her legs wrap around my waist, my cock lining up perfectly with her heat.
“Hey,” she says, her arms sliding over my shoulders and her fingers diving into my hair.
“Hey yourself. This is a nice surprise.”
“Nice? Having lunch with your granny is nice, Locke,” she sasses.
“No, it’s nothing like that. It’s fucking unbelievable.” I brush my lips against hers, but pull back when she tries to deepen the kiss.
“Yeah?” I hate that she’s questioning herself right now.
I run my hands from her ass and up her bare back, delighting in the feeling of her muscles bunching as I move.
“Yeah. Now, tell me what you want.”
“Y- you.”
“What of me? My lips?” I ask, brushing them across her collarbone.
“Yes.”
“My hands?” I slip them around to her front and take the weight of her breasts in my palms.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“My cock?” I ask cheekily in her ear, thrusting up against her pussy.
“Yes. Everything, Emerson. Give me everything.”
She squeals as I flip her onto her back. I take the opportunity to plunge my tongue into her mouth and encourage hers to join in as my hands trail around her body.
I pinch her nipples and palm her breasts, making her mewl and her back to arch off the bed, before my fingers trail down her stomach in search of my final prize. I part her and find her slick and ready for me.
“Alyssa,” I groan in her ear, slipping two fingers inside her and beginning to warm her up for what’s to come. “Are you sure you want this to be me?”
“So sure. I’ve never wanted it to be anyone else,” she says honestly, followed by a gasp as my fingertips find her G-spot.
“That good?”
“Mmm,” she moans as I continue working her. “So good.”
I press my thumb to her clit as I continue to tease her most sensitive spot, desperate to feel her squeezing my fingers again as I push her over the edge.
“Oh