Page 68 of While the Sun Shines

She grabs the back of his head. “Don’t fucking stop. What’re you doing?”

“Sorry.” He lowers his mouth again. Then lifts his head. Grins at her. “Just asking.”

“Drew!”

He laughs. Squeezes her leg and keeps that same drawn-out pace. Waits until he hears her breath speed up, and only then focuses on the spot that makes her hips twitch, until she’s squirming and he has his hands pressed to her thighs, holding her in place.

She grabs the back of his head when her legs start to shake. He closes his eyes and works his mouth faster, following the incessant grip of her fingers and chasing after her small moans until her body tightens, her hand pulling in his hair, and she stops breathing altogether.

Drew kisses her thigh as she slumps back into the mattress. Kisses her knee, up her belly, the inside of her wrist when she pats his hair back down.

“Sorry,” she whispers, scratching over his scalp where she’d tugged.

He nips at her palm. “I’m not complaining. Okay?”

“Yeah.” She laughs. Slaps his shoulder, her hand loose and the gesture weak. “Yeah, solidly okay. Jesus, Drew.”

He presses his forehead into her stomach. “I want you to be happy.”

“Oh, I fucking am.” Penny drags him up, her hands around the backs of his arms, and lays her palms over his shoulders as they kiss. She’s soft and warm beneath him, her foot sliding over his calf, her kisses unhurried and her mouth relaxed.

Drew lets his weight settle on his forearms and kisses her deeply, slowly. He’s thought so much about this. Her, naked, in bed with him. And it’s better than what he came up with, her gentle smile when he breaks away for a moment to breathe, her teasing bite at his lower lip, and then her smacking his ass.

“You should take your pants off,” she says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She fumbles with his zipper, the button of his pants, and then she’s peeling fabric away, and he’s kicking his boxers off. Drew kisses her and kisses her, her body pressed against his, her stomach soft when he grinds his erection down into her. Already, he can feel that urge to thrust against her skin, chase after the tension singing through his cock. This is so good. More amazing than he could’ve ever thought. It’s fucking Penny and she feels perfect, is perfect, absolutely unbelievable.

Her leg shifts against his. Draws up his side, her knee crooked against his ribs, her foot finding the back of his thigh, her legs parting. The gentle grip of her fingers, stroking him once, and then pressing him into her, wet and slick and hot.

Drew breaks away from her mouth with a gasp. Flexes his hips once in a slow slide. Pulls back, and she presses with him, keeping him inside of her.

“Pen,” he whispers. Grabs her thigh, wraps her leg around his waist, grips her hips—

And then pulls away, out of her. Gasping, his breath too hard.

“Penny, I don’t have a condom. Wait, stop. We can’t.”

He’ll go down on her again. Slide his fingers into her, happily stay between her spread legs until she’s satisfied. Hell, he’ll spend all night like that, until his jaw aches, listening to her breathy moans, feeling the quiver deep in her body.

She reaches for him, dragging her fingers up his balls, the underside of his shaft—

“Fuck,” he bites out, grabbing her hand to stop her when she pumps her fist once, twice, around the head of his cock. He presses his mouth to her temple, breathing until he can settle the urge to just push into her grip, over and over again. “Here, lie back, okay?”

“I wanna fuck you,” she whispers, kisses him, squeezes his cock.

“God, Pen.”

“I’m on birth control.”

His hips flex into her grip. Stop, he tells himself, and then does it again, pressing forward and then pulling back in tiny motions, her hand moving with him.

“And I’m not going to get you sick with anything.” Her other hand touches his face. Turns his chin toward her, kisses him, once, slow. “Okay?”

“Pen…”