I Vid. I Write. I Fangirl.

Poppy trudged ahead of Alex on their way back to the campsite.

It would be an hour’s walk, and somehow, they had to make it back without thinking too much about how naked they’d been in each other’s arms under the waterfall.

From the moment Poppy had met Alex a year ago, she’d tossed in the back of her mind that he was not unattractive to look at. He was cute in the traditional way. Their personalities had just been so opposite that she’d never even considered anything beyond the fact that he was cute.

Of course, shortly after he’d mentioned he had a girlfriend, and that was the end of any wandering contemplation about something beyond one-time acquaintances on a car ride home.

Then, they’d become friends, and while how appealing he was to look at was never at the forefront of her mind when she’d thought of him, seeing him nearly naked the night before and ripped to boot had made her think things that she probably shouldn’t be thinking as his platonic travel companion.

And then they’d had sex.

She’d sworn it wouldn’t change a thing between them, but she knew it already had. If nothing else, Alex itching to do it again made her feel things she couldn’t remember ever feeling before. All the guys she’d hooked up with in the past six months had been one-night stands. And none of the experiences had been memorable, even if she did manage to get an orgasm out of most of them.

A part of her didn’t want it to be memorable with Alex because then what if she started feeling things?

She’d accused him of going down that road while they’d been in the pool, but really it was her who was at risk.

In a very short period of time, he’d become everything to her. Their relationship had been the only thing holding her back from deciding to move to New York to pursue her dreams. She didn’t want to lose him in the process, and his sappy smile when he suggested they travel somewhere every summer, potentially for the rest of their lives, did something to her insides. Melted her to goo in the best possible way.

She couldn’t get that smile of his out of her head, the way he’d looked so adoringly.

And she couldn’t forget the spark she’d felt when he’d kissed her before they had sex so she was more aroused and it could be enjoyable for her too.

Kissing Alex Nilsen just did something to her, made her fold completely.

The sex had been good for sure, even if she’d been instructing him for the most part and trying not to make it weird, since they were friends, but kissing him?

God, she could kiss him forever, and it would never be long enough.

She shook the thought from her head though, telling herself she needed to keep such thoughts to when they were strictly practical, like when it was necessary to kiss him when she needed to get a little wetter down below in order to make the transition to fucking more enjoyable.

She couldn’t let the thought come before or after for that matter. And this would be the last time. It had to be, even as her heart sank at the thought.

They could not become a friends-with-benefits situation, because those never ended well. And she worried doing that would definitely involve her developing feelings Alex would never return, leaving her crushed and heartbroken when Sarah inevitably realized she’d made the mistake of her life letting him go and wanted to be with him again.

Of course, Alex would jump at the opportunity. Why wouldn’t he? He loved her and missed her, and they had a lot of history together.

Damn.

She was already getting annoyed just at the prospect.

Poppy took longer steps, guesstimating that they were roughly halfway back to their campsite, given how long they’d been walking.

Alex, with his longer legs though, had no trouble matching her pace, and caught up to her almost immediately, which annoyed her to no end. Because, all feelings aside, the sexual tension between them was thick, thicker still the closer they were together.

All of it was making Poppy question everything, and she forced herself – forced herself – to see this only as an instructional experience for Alex. It couldn’t be more than that. It couldn’t.

“Thinking about it?” Alex asked gleefully, breaking the silence between them.

“Huh?” Poppy frowned, being forced out of her own thoughts and trying to register what he was referring to. “Oh, yeah. Uh-huh. Yes.”

“Me too,” Alex said, grinning from ear-to-ear when she turned to look at him, blissfully unaware of the turmoil going on inside her head and heart.

Poppy’s frown deepened as she began to wonder if he only wanted to have sex with her because she was the only person in his vicinity. After all, he’d kissed Daisy the night before when he went skinny-dipping. If she was here – or even more so, if Sarah was here and open to it, would he rather kiss one of them instead?

Something painful twisted inside her, and she couldn’t shut it off.

Which was ridiculous!

They were just friends.

“Here, c’mere.”

And he broke through her thoughts again when he wrapped his hand around her forearm and pulled her to the side, making her yelp.

“Alex!”

Before she knew it, her back was up against a tree, Alex’s hands were on her waist, and he was crowding close, his nose brushing against hers, her heart hammering so loud in her ears, beating out of her chest like it would melt against his if he pressed himself any closer.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “No one’s around.”

Poppy wanted to look around just to make sure, given how they’d been caught before under the waterfall, but she couldn’t. Not with him so close, preventing her. Not with his hand sliding up the side of her body and cupping her face, tucking a wild curl behind her ear.

She licked her lips, feeling as it brushed against his bottom lip – that’s how close they were – and he started to smile.

“I knew I wasn’t imagining it,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You feel it too.”

“Alex,” she tried, but he was persistent, with the thumb on his other hand resting beneath her right breast. “Alex, we still have a ways to go. Just wait till we get to the tent, and then we can, y’know.”

“What if I don’t want to wait?”

And he kissed the crook of her neck, making her eyes roll back and her fingers clench on his shoulders.

Damn. He was certainly good at seducing for a newly non-virgin.

She tilted her head away from his, and by some miracle slipped away from under him.

The space helped, and she brushed herself off before looking back at him.

“I’ve never done it standing up before, Alex,” she said, kind of hating how cold she sounded, but she couldn’t undo the tone after it slipped past her lips. “I wouldn’t be able to…guide you.”

Alex just stood there, staring at her for a while. She couldn’t read what he was thinking, and she hated that.

“C’mon,” she said, gesturing in the direction they’d been going. “We’ll be there soon enough, and then all your raging hormones will be put to rest.”

She charged on ahead, not waiting for the sound of his feet on the dirt ground before continuing to walk on the path they’d set. A few moments later though she did hear them, and she gave a silent sigh of relief.

She could keep this strictly platonic if she just tried hard enough.

She had to.

…

Alex couldn’t help it. He was grumpy for a good 10 minutes after Poppy pushed him aside.

He really thought, after the waterfall, after the talk about fucking again, that his best friend would be game for at least making out against a tree like he’d been fantasizing about earlier. Maybe even more than that.

She’d seemed to give in at first, but then something snapped inside her and she went cold, which was so unlike her.

He wanted to talk it out, see where her head was at, but she hadn’t shut down having sex again, and he was worried Poppy’s drama-filled persona would take away the possibility if he pressed, so he kept mum and walked just a little bit behind her the rest of the way back to the campsite, silent as a mouse.

When they arrived, he didn’t know why, but he’d expected it to be a little calmer between the two of them. Instead, he felt a tension that had nothing to do with sex and worried he’d gone too far by pressing her when she wasn’t in control of the situation, just like in the pool when he’d pressed her about how she’d wanted to lose her virginity.

“Okay, well, we’re here,” Poppy announced, as if it wasn’t obvious.

He heard the tightness in her voice though. Like she didn’t want what they’d both agreed to anymore.

“Just, uh, let me go inside first and tidy things up, yeah? I’m sure it’s a mess, and we want it to be nice and clean and comfortable. Or as much as it can be. So, I’ll let you know when it’s ready. Okay?”

He tried to force a smile at first, but at the last minute he reached for her again. Not the way he’d done in the woods, with lust behind every touch, but with their friendship humming between them. He wanted to make sure she was alright.

“Hey, wait,” he said gently, trying to make it clear that he was stopping her as a friend, not a horny sex partner.

She looked at him expectantly.

“Are you okay, Poppy?”

“What – of course I’m okay,” she said, laughing in a way that sounded unnatural. “Now, just wait a minute, okay?”

He nodded reluctantly and released her.

If she wanted to pretend nothing was wrong, then he would let her until she was ready to talk.

And hell, maybe he was imagining things and everything was fine. Maybe he should start believing that until he was given more blatant proof to the contrary.

He slipped his hands in his pockets and kicked some sticks around on the ground, waiting for Poppy to give him the okay to come in the tent.

He could hear her moving some things around and unzipping what was probably her sleeping bag to spread it out and give them more room. Then, he heard what could possibly be the sound of her clothes and shoes coming off and wished he was in there to see her undress.

The arousal crept up on him without warning as he recalled earlier that day when they’d gone at it the first time, how he’d felt seeing her in such an intimate way, and then how she’d touched him.

He wanted to touch her like that, make her feel pleasure the way she’d done to him. In fact, the need was clawing at him. He wanted it more than he needed to be inside her. He wanted to worship her with kisses until she was aching for his touch and demanding he fuck her the way he’d wanted to from the beginning.

“Okay, Alex,” she said, her voice slightly monotone.

He’d put a stop to that. Soon she’d be crying out his name and forgetting about whatever unpleasant tension that had developed on the way back.

He licked his lips, bent down, and unzipped the tent. Pulling back the flap, he looked inside, and what he saw nearly stole his breath.

Poppy was naked, but she wasn’t leaning back, legs parted in a seductive ‘come hither’ stance.

Her knees were bent, and her arms wrapped around them, her chin hovering over her embrace of herself, as she wiggled her toes a little and waited for him to come inside.

Her hair was down now and some of it was in her face, but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

She was just unapologetically Poppy, and she looked so vulnerable he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her all over until he could feel a smile tugging on her lips.

“You coming in, or…?” she trailed off. “There are still bugs out, even during the day.”

“Right.”

He cleared his throat and stepped inside before zipping the tent back up and coming to sit beside her.

“Maybe you want to undress?” she suggested, and he chuckled a bit at the awkwardness of it.

It shouldn’t be awkward. They’d done this once before.

But he realized it wasn’t the inevitable sex that was making it awkward but the wall Poppy had put up between them. He wasn’t used to that. She was usually so carefree and happy, and he wanted to know if the whole tree thing had really turned her off so horribly that she was regretting this whole arrangement entirely.

If she was, no matter how badly he wanted her, he knew he could suck it up and not do it. He also knew though that she’d probably fight him on the matter if he voiced how he could tell something was up. They’d never really fought before, but there was a first time for everything, and he could tell something was bothering her.

Still, he nodded, said okay, and undressed, piling his clothes and shoes in the opposite corner as hers. Then, he scooted back beside her.

“Alright,” he said. “I’m ready.”

Poppy looked over, saw his limp cock between his legs, and he saw as she deflated.

His insides were screaming. He wished she would say something.

“You’re not turned on,” she said sadly. “Not like you were before.”

He swallowed.

“You wish I was someone else.” She paused as his eyes widened, his heart racing in his chest. “Sarah maybe? Or Daisy?”

Fuck. Is that what she’d been thinking? All he could think about was her.

“Nevermind. Don’t answer that,” she said quickly. “I don’t think I want to know the answer.”

“Poppy –” he tried, but she cut him off.

“Alex, just—”

“The only one I’m thinking about is you,” he told her before she could get another word in.

Her jaw clenched, and she looked away, like she didn’t really believe him.

His heart was pounding inside his chest. Suddenly everything felt like it was up in the air. The sex, their friendship – and the latter he really didn’t want to lose. He could handle only knowing one sex position if it meant their friendship wasn’t hanging in the balance.

Somewhere along the line, Poppy had become the vulnerable one in this situation, and he was eager to restore her confidence and happiness. Suddenly everything in the world depended on it.

“Poppy,” he tried again, this time determined to get her to see reason.

He gripped her chin and turned her face towards him. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them and eventually looked him in the eye.

“I’m not thinking about anyone else. I’m not turned on by anyone else. I’ve been fantasizing all day about you. Even before we had sex earlier.” He tucked a curl behind her ear again and sifted his fingers through her curls.

She was silent for a while, then – “Really?”

He nodded.

“But if you don’t want to do this, I will make every girl ride me whenever we have sex.”

Poppy laughed and shook her head, swiping away a tear that had welled up in the corner of her eye.

“I don’t think your future partners would like that too much.”

“No?” He frowned. “You didn’t? I mean, before?”

She shrugged.

“It’s not the most comfortable position for the girl,” she confided.

“And that includes you?”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m a girl, aren’t I?”

He immediately felt guilty.

“Yes.”

“Don’t feel bad, Alex. It was the best way to teach you where things go. But this time things will be a little more tricky for you, and a little more comfortable for me. Think you can handle that?” She raised an eyebrow.

He grinned, feeling at last that things were okay again.

“If you can, I can,” he said, and she giggled.

“Kiss me?” she requested, closing her eyes and waiting.

He slipped his hand along the column of her neck and whispered into her ear.

“Bobby…Bobby…hey, numbnuts!”

The foam dart came flying at his head from across the aisle, breaking him from his thoughts and making him rub the injured spot as if it had even really hurt at all.

“Ow. What the hell?”

Danny looked unapologetic and only shrugged.

“I was coerced,” he said innocently, gesturing to Jack in the adjoining cubicle to Bobby’s.

Bobby looked over at Jack and glared, but he appeared unfazed.

“You weren’t responding to us. And you’ve been staring into space for the last 10 minutes.”

“Oh, because that’s a crime now,” he scowled, picking up his own nerf gun and knocking the empty cup out of his co-worker’s hand.

It fell to the floor, and Jack hurried to pick it up.

“You’re lucky there was nothing in that.”

Bobby rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer, trying to look busy so his work buddies wouldn’t press him for answers.

“What’s on your mind?” Danny sang, coming over and squeezing Bobby’s shoulders.

Bobby shrugged him off.

“Ooo, testy. Masterson been riding you hard?”

Bobby grimaced.

“Oh, the hardest,” he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.

“No,” Jack observed from his position beside them. “That’s not what’s got our buddy here staring into space.”

“Come on, guys, just…drop it,” Bobby muttered.

“Oh, I know. Perhaps, trouble in paradise?” Danny mused, sinking his hands into his pockets.

“What? No. No. Michelle and I are great.”

“Gemma then? She pressing you to accept her job offer? It has been six months. Isn’t that two more than she wanted an answer by?”

“I got an extension,” he said blandly. “Just till I finish this last project for Masterson. Then I’ll probably accept.”

“So, what then?”

Bobby spun in his chair to face his friends, pursed his lips, and then finally decided to spill.

“Should I tell Michelle I love her?”

Danny snapped his fingers.

“See, I knew it was about Michelle!”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“You want my advice?” he asked.

Bobby gave a half-shrug, half-nod.

“You don’t want his advice,” Danny said. “He’s gonna say no.”

“Shut up,” Jack whined.

“Well, weren’t you?”

“Maybe…yes.” He turned to face Bobby. “I just know what relationship milestones mean. They mean you’re on your way to marriage, which then means babies, which means no sex and no time for yourself. Spare yourself the trouble and avoid anything but what you’ve been doing.”

“And what’s that?” Bobby blinked, waiting.

“A casual relationship.”

“Casual sex, casual flirting…sounds like the ultimate deal to me too,” Danny chipped in.

Bobby shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh, god.” Jack groaned.

“What?” Danny asked, looking between the two. “What?”

“He does love her.”

“He does?” Danny blanched, his jaw practically on the floor.

Bobby ran his hand over his face.

“Oh, get off my case, you guys. It’s been six months, and neither of us have been seeing anyone else. Were we supposed to not fall in love?”

Danny and Jack looked at each other, then back at their friend.

“Has she said she loves you?” Danny asked.

“Well, no, but-”

“Have you two even talked about the fact that you’re dating? Put labels on it?”

Bobby frowned.

“It’s unspoken.”

“Unspoken,” Jack snickered.

“I don’t know. She could be screwing other guys then, mate,” Danny chuckled.

Bobby’s frown deepened, and he fiddled with his tie.

“You guys are no help at all.”

They shrugged, and Danny headed back to his desk.

“Tell us how it goes then,” Jack said, shrinking behind his cubicle wall.

Bobby pursed his lips.

He picked up his phone and sent Michelle a text.

Dinner tonight? My place?

It took all of 60 seconds for him to get a vibrating notification back.

Oh, wow. He can cook. Sure, count me in. ;)

He smiled at his phone like an idiot, then tucked it back in his pocket and resumed work.

“Shut up,” he said, when the two looked like they were about to say something.

They tucked away then and resumed their work too.

…

Bobby heard a knock on his high-rise apartment door a little after 7 o’clock that night.

“It’s me!” Michelle sang out from the other side, and Bobby fussed a bit to get not only his long apron off and hung up, but also making sure the food could simmer for a bit while he got the door.

He was wearing long black pants and a pinkish button-down to avoid going full blue as usual. He opened a button or two at the top and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows for a more casual look.

He hoped he hadn’t overdone it. He had brushed his teeth three times in anticipation of her coming over. Had only showered once, but he had stared down his hair until he was satisfied it had just the right amount of fluff that he wouldn’t look too overdone but not like his usual work hair either.

He popped in front of the mirror in the hallway real quick for a last-minute inspection.

“Uh, Bobby?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” He licked his lips and ran his tongue over his teeth, wondering if he had time to gurgle some mouth wash.

He decided on no, not wanting to keep her waiting a moment longer.

He charged over to the door, adjusted the length of his rolled-up sleeves one more time and swung open the door.

“Michelle, hey.” His smile gleamed as he looked at her, then he gave her a once-over. “Hey.”

Michelle smirked and let herself through the door, slipping out of her lacey crop-top jacket to reveal the stunning little black dress underneath.

The top portion cupped her breasts like a bra in solid fabric but then filtered out into sheer lace until it reached her waist where the fabric turned solid again, stopping at mid-thigh and exposing her long, smooth legs until it reached her ankles where her high-heeled shoes spiked at 3 inches.

Bobby quickly snuck her jacket into the hall closet before returning and taking a real good look at her. Her hair still hung around her shoulders with one barrette pulling back some silky locks off to one-side and sparkly earrings hung from her ears.

“You do know we’re staying in tonight, right?” he managed, walking back up to her and leaning in for a quick kiss, his hands on her waist, gripping the fabric and doing his best not to put a hole in the lace.

“I just like looking good for you, babe,” she murmured between a first and a second kiss as she reined him back in for a few more.

“You always look good,” he said, through strangled breath, and she smiled.

“You look good too,” she remarked, finally looking him over somewhere other than his mouth. She ran her hands up his arms and down his chest, making his adam’s apple bob. “Though, I admit I didn’t expect the pink.”

“It’s peach,” he defended, teasing her a little, because even he knew that was a lie.

Michelle rolled her eyes playfully.

“It’s pink.”

He shrugged and pulled out a chair for her at the kitchen table.

“Food just finished,” he told her, waiting till she was almost seated to push the chair back in.

“Smells amazing,” she complimented.

He smiled and took her plate to fill it with food. Then, he returned to do the same thing with his own and set it back down.

“Wine?” he offered.

Michelle nodded.

“White, if you have it.”

“I do indeed.”

“That wouldn’t perchance be because I mentioned on our first date I only drink white, would it?”

He shrugged innocently, but he was smiling.

“Maybe I just know you,” he said, pouring the wine.

Her eyes twinkled as she took a sip.

“Mm,” she moaned appreciatively. “Very good.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. You did your homework, that’s for sure.”

He chuckled.

“Well, I just wanted tonight to be special.”

“Oh?” She scooped up some food on her fork and chewed before swallowing and tilting her head in question. “What makes tonight special? Because it’s Friday?”

His eyes sparkled, and he shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later when we have dessert.”

“Dessert too?”

“Chocolate-covered strawberries,” he confided. “If you want.”

“Oh, I definitely want,” she mused, staring right at his lips and making him swallow hard again.

What was it about this woman that made him want to devour her and yet feel like she was the woman he’d been waiting for all his life at the same time?

He pushed the thought aside and ate his own food, chatting about small random things in between. Michelle talked about her day; he talked about his. They played footsie under the table and reached across the way to clasp one hand with the other, his thumb running across her knuckles.

He ached to take her apart in his bedroom but knew there were things that needed to be said, and he didn’t want them to be said for the first time in the middle of sex. Michelle wouldn’t like that, even if it would come out most raw and real then.

“So,” she said, after the dishes were put away and he fed her the first strawberry. “You going to tell me now what makes tonight so special?”

“I, uh…” He chuckled a little nervously. “There’s something very important, very special and romantic I wanted to tell you.”

“Oh? Should we be going out on the balcony for this?” she teased.

“Oh, don’t worry, we will. You’re two steps ahead of me.”

She smiled, not apologizing one bit.

“But, uh, first I think we need to have a serious conversation, just for my own peace of mind, and I think maybe yours too.”

Michelle shifted slightly, and Bobby knew he had to tread carefully. He didn’t want to scare her off or offend her in any way.

“Okay,” she said, neutrally, and he flexed his hands a few times.

“I just wanted to make sure…” he hesitated, really not wanting to blow this. “You’re not seeing anyone else, are you?”

Michelle’s eyes widened slightly, and she couldn’t help the slight scoff that rolled off her tongue.

“Feeling a little insecure, are we, Bobby?” She took another sip of her wine.

Panic seized him, and he hurried to explain.

“No, no! Of course not,” he rushed nervously. “It’s just that I-”

“Because trust me, I do not dress this sexy if I’m juggling multiple guys.”

“Right. Of course. I just…” He sighed and pinched his forehead, trying to dig himself out of the hole. “We just… It’s been six months, and we haven’t put any labels on it. I’m serious about us, Michelle, and I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page. That you are too.”

She seemed to relax some, but he couldn’t. Not until he got some reassurance beyond how she’d dressed.

“I’m serious about you, too, Bobby,” she said, then sighed and laughed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” She trailed off. “Just sounded like you were about to accuse me of cheating, that’s all.”

“No! No. God, I just…you’re the hottest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with, ever seen if I’m being honest. And you’re so, you’re just amazing, and I-”

She looked up, trying to find the through line through his blubbering.

“Here, come with me,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her from her seat.

“Bobby!” she yelped, but went with him, following him to the other side of the apartment and through the balcony door as soon as it was opened.

He got lucky that it was a warm night, and he didn’t have to worry about her freezing to death in her sleeveless dress. Even her little jacket probably wouldn’t have compensated for any cooler weather.

“Okay, we’re on the balcony,” she said, waiting for whatever was supposed to come next. “Now what?”

He pulled her to him slowly and tucked away some stray strands of hair that had floated into her face, then adjust the barrette that was slowly starting to droop by her ear.

His touches were so soft and so intimate that Michelle could barely catch her breath. She could only watch his eyes and how careful he was with her, how tender.

When he was finished, he moved his hands down over her shoulders and her arms, till he could hold her hands and bring them to his lips for a kiss.

Michelle was too caught up in the moment to even speak.

When their eyes met, she saw the words there before they even passed by his lips.

“I love you, Michelle.”

Her lips parted.

“And, I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to be able to call you that and tell people that and know that it’s true. And I really hope you want me to be your boyfriend too.”

The urgency to kiss him flew through her, and she pulled her hands free to wrap them around his neck and bring him to her, kissing him soundly on the lips, and thrilling in the feel of his arms wrapping around her back, his pinkie dangerously close to the curve of her ass.

She loved it.

“I love you, too, Bobby.”

She nuzzled her face against his.

“And you’ve been my boyfriend since you told me you knew a place to get a drink when it was just the rooftop of our fucking building.”

He grinned against her lips.

“Hey, I thought that was pretty clever.”

“Oh, it was, smartass.” Her eyes twinkled. “But yeah, there’s been no one else for me since then.” She let her hands dangle free behind his neck. “I thought you were outrageously cute since you stepped into that elevator with me and made a fool of yourself as you attempted to flirt.”

“Hey, I thought I was flirting pretty well.”

Her nose scrunched up adorably.

“Not really?”

“No, not at all.” She laughed, and he sighed dramatically.

“Well, alright, I guess I can accept that, since fucking Farouk stepped in and-”

“Forget about Farouk,” she said, and kissed him again.

“He’s forgotten,” he murmured between kisses that soon became so heated they were pressed against the glass balcony door.

“Bedroom?” Michelle whispered breathlessly.

Bobby nodded. “Bedroom.”

They stumbled inside and kicked off their shoes. Michelle was undressed when they were halfway down the hall, and Bobby had to pause for a moment just to get a good look at her, even though he’d seen her naked plenty of times before.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Michelle said, pulling him in for another kiss as he shrugged out of his shirt the same moment that she shoved his pants past his ass, letting them pool on the floor.

“I thought that’s what we were doing,” she gasped when his teeth came down on the crook of her neck and he sucked deeply like lips and tongue.

They twirled into Bobby’s bedroom and landed on the bed within seconds.

Bobby shoved his boxers down his legs and pulled off his socks before joining her fully, letting his hands wander and grope her gorgeous, nude body before he went down on her until she was practically writhing beneath him.

“Bobby,” she warned. “Bo- Bo- Bob-” And then she jerked and bucked against his mouth and reached for him as the post orgasm bliss washed over her.

“You a bit sensitive yet?” he asked, climbing up her body and maintaining eye contact as he flicked his tongue over one nipple and then the other.

He reached down with one hand and tentatively touched her clit with his thumb.

She jerked again.

“A little, but I don’t care,” she murmured, pulling him all the way up so she could kiss him. “Fuck me,” she breathed into his mouth.

“Fuck.”

He kissed her a couple more times, then reached into his drawer for a condom and slid it into place after ripping open the package.

He spread her legs further to make room for himself, and in one thrust he was inside her, groaning and whimpering and moaning as she wrapped her legs around him.

Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he moved in and out of her, each thrust, each roll of his hips, exciting both of them further.

“Faster,” she urged, and he did as she requested, the friction bringing him dangerously close to the edge within minutes.

He could hear her breaths coming in short bursts too and knew she was close again, especially when he sat up, pressed her thighs to his chest and pounded into her with all the strength and stamina he could muster.

“Oh, god. Oh, god, oh, god, oh god,” she whimpered, clutching at her breast with one hand and the pillow beneath her head with the other.

She was heaving and fighting to sit up.

Finally, he let her, dropping her legs to the side and letting her push him back a little as she rode him to completion.

She was incredible, fucking insatiable, and he took her hand from her pussy when she tried to get herself all the way there and stuck her finger in his mouth sucking deeply as he thrust into her over and over again. Then, he pushed her back down and massaged her clit a few times until she was practically levitating off the bed while he fucked himself over the edge inside of her and then collapsed onto her perfect body.

“Fuck, how’d I get so lucky?” He heaved and held her close. “Fuck!”

Michelle only smiled and traced lines down his back.

When he lifted his head, she kissed him, sucking on his tongue and feeling her arousal crop up again as he moaned loudly.

They kissed for a while, and he fingered her to another orgasm as soon as his strength returned.

“Bobby,” she cried, her breasts heaving, and his sweat-soaked body pressed heavily against hers, his fingers still brushing tentatively against her swollen, throbbing, sensitive clit.

She jerked a little, and he pulled his hand free, moving it up her body till it cradled her neck and pulled the crooked barrette barely hanging on free of her hair and tossed onto the floor.

“I love you,” he said again, and she smiled shakily, still overwhelmed from orgasm number three.

“I love you, too,” she said, and nuzzled his face.

Then, he tossed the condom aside, pulled the sheets over their sticky, damp bodies and tucked them in for sleep.

“You’ll stay the night?” he asked, sleepily, cupping one of her breasts.

She sank her fingers into his hair and lightly dragged her nails down his back.

“I’ll stay the night…boyfriend.”