Page 72 of Don't Think

My hands glide down his muscular back and dip into his boxers beneath his jeans, gently squeezing his ass. His lips leave mine, planting soft kisses along my jaw and down my neck. The pressure keeps building more intense every time I feel his breath fan across my sensitive skin.

I quickly unzip his jeans, and guide them down—except my arms are too short tofullyremove them.

He chuckles against my neck, the vibrations making me squirm as he reaches back and helps remove them the rest of the way.

Grabbing hold of his cheeks, I pull his face to mine, and our eyes lock. The way his eyes are glossed over with pure lust? It feels like it’s the two of us against the world, and nothing else matters except right now.

I unhook my bra and let it slowly fall onto the bed beside us. His gaze flicks down, and back to my eyes as he lets out a low groan that makes me ache like crazy.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he asks, already sounding like he’s out of breath.

I don’t bother answering because I already said I was Confident Allie, and I’m doing the first thing that comes to my mind.

My hands travel slowly down his back, making sure to drag my nails lightly against his skin the whole way and watch his eyes go from warm to fluttering. I graze them continuously over his ribs and around until my hand reaches the tip of his cock, and I grip it tightly in my hand, feeling how hard he already is as he sucks in a breath between his teeth.

His mouth lands back on my neck, nipping lightly as I pump him slowly. Then, his hand is running up my thigh before his fingers easily dip into my slit while his thumb presses firmly over my clit, making a moan rip through my throat at the sudden burst of pleasure.

I pump him a little faster, and he matches the pace, rubbing circles in a perfect rhythm. The pressure in my stomach builds more as I already near the brink of my orgasm.

With my other hand, I grip onto his ass again tightly, eagerly pushing him closer, desperately needing to feel him inside me.

He thankfully takes the hint and leans on one elbow, pushing himself closer to me. His eyes snapping to mine, wide with worry.

I run a hand down his cheek, placing a soft kiss to his lips. “If you want to go grab one, I’ll be waiting right here. But I am on the pill, so there’s no worries there,” I reassure him.

His eyes quickly shift to relief, and he continues inching closer.

He goes to open his mouth, but I know exactly what he’s going to say, so instead I reach down, grabbing his length again as he hisses through his teeth.

Burying his face in my neck, his stubble prickles along my collarbone. Then I feel the tip of him dip against my arousal, and my legs instinctively widen so he can enter, filling me slowly.

Excruciatinglyslow.

I moan softly in his ear, and he pushes deeper. His lips leave my neck, traveling down until his mouth finds my nipple, and he swirls his tongue around it.

He withdraws himself slowly, and just as slowly pushes further in, the pressure building almost becomes painful. His arm hooks under my leg, positioning it higher so he can reach deeper.

He withdraws again, quicker this time and slams into me.

I moan louder, letting him know that’s exactly how I like it. And he does it again.

And again.

Every time he slams into me, large bursts of pleasure nearly blind me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

He picks up the pace, letting out quick little pants as he nears his climax. Winding his other arm around my other leg, he hoists that one up too.

“Oh my god,” I moan, feeling my walls tighten around him.

Then, out of nowhere, my nerves come undone, and my climax hits me hard. My eyes clouding with lust before I pinch them closed.

He pumps faster, deeper before he lets out a groan, and my body goes limp.

His pace slows as he lets my legs carefully fall back down, and he leans over to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

Then he pulls back and lands on the bed beside me as both of us lie there, out of breath and drenched in sweat.

I don’t think I could even move if I wanted to. I’ve obviously had sex before—but not like this.