Page 127 of Faking it For Summer

“Morning,” she says. “How did you sleep?”

She’s almost awkward, which I find adorable.

“Well. You good?”

She nods, smiling. “Last night was absolutely insane.”

Her eyes widen, and I feel like I’m on a roller-coaster ride, and I don’t know when it’s going to stop.

“I kind of feel the same way—and not just because you were riding me all night long.”

“I was not riding you all night long,” she says, but blushes.

I pull her toward me, her naked body pressing into mine. I run my fingers down her silky skin and press my lips against hers. She runs her fingers down my back when I roll on top of her.

“What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

She moans as I spread her legs and run my fingers along her slit. She’s wet, and I’m hard, and some morning sex is just how I want to get the day started.

“Luke,” she says, feverishly as I kiss the side of her face and position myself between her legs. “I just woke up.”

“Mmm, perfect way to wake up, right?”

“Maybe,” she murmurs against my lips.

I slide into her quick and fast, and she wraps her legs around my hips. I move in and out of her slowly. I want to savor this.

“Ah,” she moans, arching her back, her breasts pushing against my chest. I love the feel of her breasts against my skin. I love the way she fits into me. I love the way she whimpers and shivers and holds on to me like I’m an anchor in the ocean, and only I can save her. “Luke.” She whines my name, and it has never sounded sexier.

I hold the sides of her face and kiss her softly. I continue thrusting inside of her, loving the feel of being in her—like a puzzle piece that fits just right. We are two Lego pieces that just click into place.

“That Ed Sheeran song should play right now, don’t you think?” I whisper against her lips.

“What do you mean?” She tilts her head slightly. “Which one?”

“Lego House.” I tweak her nipple, and she arches her back, a loud wail escaping her perfectly pouted lips as I squeeze it.

“Why do you say that?” She can barely speak as her eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“Because we’re like Lego pieces. We fit together perfectly.”

“If you say so,” she says, smiling.

I pause, and she groans and looks at me with wide-open eyes.

“Why did you stop?”

“If you don’t think we’re like a puzzle piece?—”

“Ha-ha, really, Luke?”

“What?” I tease her. “I don’t want to give you something that you so obviously aren’t enjoying.”

“You really want to play these games? Because I will withhold sex from you forever if you don’t continue.”

“So, are you asking me to give you the best sex of your life?”