Page 39 of Sunny Undone

I shake my head. “First, you don’t owe me, and technically, if we were somehow keeping score, you already sucked on my cock. And second, I feel like fucking you. Right now. Because your pussy felt so good, I just nearly railed you into the mattress.”

She lets out a breath. “Oh.”

I take a deep breath and stare at the ceiling as I roll the condom on. I’m so close to the edge, I’m concerned that the very action of rubbering up could make me blow. “You can blow me again later, though, if that’d make you happy.”

Once it’s on, I climb over to her, and she hooks an arm around my neck and pulls me down to her. “It would. And, yes, Sunny. I still want this. Want you.”

“Thank fuck,” I say before I kiss her.

Her hands move over me with more certainty; her kisses get greedier. And my sweet, awkward professor turns as needy as I am.

When I look down at her again, I feel a complete and utter rightness deep in my gut. I reach between us, line myself back up with her pussy, and nudge forwards.

“Della,” I whisper as her wet warmth greets me.

Now that I know what it feels like without a rubber, I wish I wasn’t wearing one, but it’s soon forgotten as we move together. Me inching forward with every stroke. Della gasping my name. I reach for her wrist and move her hand above her head, holding it there.

She offers me her other wrist, as if knowing I want to pin them there as much as she needs them to be restrained. And fuck me, if that isn’t somehow more intimate than everything else.

It’s as though her body was made to cradle mine. All the softness waiting for me. I slide my other hand beneath her thigh, dragging my hand along until I’ve hooked under her knee. I pull it up, shifting the way she opens to me, and she accepts my full length on one firm thrust.

“Sunny,” she cries out, and I love the sound of my name as it falls from her lips. It’s throaty and raw. And the need I hear in it amplifies my own.

My cock throbs, and my prided endurance slips out of grasp as I pull my hips back and repeat the thrust into her.

Her tits almost slap against each other at the action.

Suddenly, we can’t get close enough, can’t kiss each other hard enough. My grip on her wrists tightens as she tries to break free of my hold.

But I know the feel of her fingers against my skin would be enough to push me over.

I teeter right on the edge, biting down on my tongue to create a spark of pain to keep from coming.

“You okay?” Della whispers against my lips.

“God, yes.”

“Just checking, because consent goes both ways.”

Maybe that’s the point I stop being able to think in complete sentences. Because I don’t know whether it’s because I’m a guy, but no one has ever thought to check. She’s so damn sweet for even considering it.

My whole world coalesces around Della right now.

Her mouth, her name, the fit of her body against mine.

Her lips enthusiastically meet my own. The soft little sounds she makes that I want to swallow down cranking my engine.

But it’s the way she’s looking at me that finally rips me apart. Because she’s looking at me like she understands that for all the playful setup of one night of fun, this matters.

Like, knock me down with a bag of bricks, matters.

And her pussy is hugging me so tight, squeezing me, ready to milk the cum right out of me.

Suddenly, I need her to understand the thing I’m struggling to put into words. So, I force myself to slow, for a second, and press my forehead to hers. Her beautiful, trusting hazel eyes look up at me.

“I’ve got you,” I say, but it doesn’t even come close to explaining the whooshing in my head.

“I know.” Two words designed to kill me.