Page 69 of While the Sun Shines

“Any awkward doctor visits for you recently?”

“No.”

“It’s up to you,” she says, stroking his cheek. “We can do what you want.”

He kisses her palm. Cups her hand against his face, squeezes her fingers. No, he’d say to anyone else. No condom, no way. But it’s Penny, and he kisses her hand again and whispers, “I trust you.”

“Good.” She pats at his shoulder. “Now move. I wanna get on top.”

Oh fuck, he thinks. It’s Penny. Penny. On top of him, the lights on—he shakes his head. “Nuh-uh.”

“Andrew.”

“I’m gonna last like two seconds.”

“Too bad. Go cry about it.”

“No, for real, and then I’m going to be mortified for the rest of my life.”

She pushes at his shoulder. “Oh please. I’ve seen you do far more embarrassing things.”

Drew rolls onto his back, his skin sensitive, feeling every inch of the sheets beneath him, and the hot sear of her skin on his as she straddles his legs. His cock arches between them and he presses his teeth together as her fingers play over him.

“Start listing them,” he says, his voice strained. “Might help oh shit Pen.”

Penny tips her head back as she guides him into her. Hot, wet, inch by inch as she hums, easing down. He grabs at the blankets, her ankle next to his knee, her thighs. Digs his fingers in and he can feel her muscles flex as she starts to move.

“You want me to?” she asks. She tips her head to the side, her mouth opening as she slides slowly up him. Hands propped on his chest, her breasts moving in time with her hips—she sinks back down again, quicker, and he lets out a startled, hard breath.

When she bends down, her hair slips around them in a thick curtain, her lips light on his. Still, she’s slow in how she moves, languid and unhurried until her breath catches.

“Oh,” she says softly, her back arching.

“Good?” he asks. He tips his hips up, moving with her.

“That’s—” She presses her face into her own shoulder. Shifts her hands, bracing against his chest. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Drew can last. He bites at the inside of his cheek, pushes his head back against the pillow, and tries to steady himself. He can, he will, as long as she needs him to. Gently, he grasps her waist, then slips a hand between them. Penny moans deep in her throat when he touches her.

Fucking focus, he tells himself. He catches her rhythm and moves with her, fingers working, listening for the cadence of her breath, losing himself in her quickening, soft moans.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers, staring up at her.

She just bites her lip, her fingers digging into his chest, nails pricking.

“C’mon, can you—yeah?”

“Oh,” she gasps and kisses him as she comes, groaning into his mouth, and he can feel it in the jerk of her hips, the way she tightens around his cock. “Drew,” she whispers, rubbing against his fingers until she moans again and moves his hand away.

“Okay if I—?” he asks and Penny nods.

Drew rolls her onto her back, lifts her leg onto his shoulder, and fucking fuck she’s so wet and her body’s flushed and loose. Her mouth parts as he pounds into her, her fingers finding her own clit, her lips working on a silent word once, twice—

He groans and moves quicker, the world fading away except for the slick thrust inside of her, his blood singing, pleasure pooling hot at the base of his spine, and then orgasm slams through him, stopping his breath, jerking his hips into her hard and stilling.

Drew rests his forehead against her calf. Squeezes her ankle, kisses the inside of her knee.

“Drew?” she whispers.