“Ethan, we need to get up. We fell asleep and didn’t set an alarm. What time is it?”
I groan and stretch my arms over my head and then reach behind me, feeling around on my nightstand for my phone. I press the button and the home screen lights up letting me know it’s only 5:15am.
“Ugh, it’s still early, Princess,” I say, waving my phone in front of her so she can see.
She twists her body around so she’s facing me. “Sorry baby, I woke up and panicked that we’d slept too long.”
“What does it matter?” I ask pulling her close so her body is flush with mine. My morning wood is pressed against her warm stomach. Her eyes widen a little before they burn bright with desire and my body instantly awakens.
“How are you feeling downstairs?”
A blush spreads like wildfire over her cheeks and down her neck as she rubs her legs together a little.
“I think I’m good, a little sore. I kind of feel like I’ve just done a really long bike ride,” she says with a coy grin. “Sort of like you’re still in me, maybe.”
It shouldn’t please me that I’ve left her feeling that way, but the asshole inside of me doe’s a little fist pump.
“You think you could handle doing it again?” I ask against her lips as I part them and push my tongue inside her mouth. She kisses back for a second before her eyes widen and she jumps back like I’ve just thrown ice over her.
“I need to go brush my teeth.” Her eyes are wide and she clamps her hand across her mouth.
I can’t suppress the chuckle that bubbles from my chest as I pull her face back to mine.
“I don’t care,” I tell her between little kisses.
I feel her shoulders relax as she lets me kiss her how I want to. I take the little mewing sounds coming from her as a green light.
I fumble in the bedside cabinet grabbing a handful of condoms without breaking our kiss, and drop them onto the bed next to us.
“You’re confident,” she splutters out, and I laugh with her.
“Not confident, more like hopeful, really, really hopeful.” I tear open one of the little packages and go to put it on.
“Can I do that?”
Fuck yeah, she can! I feel myself harden even more as she’s looking up at me through her lashes, biting that sweet plump bottom lip of hers.
I pass her the condom and she takes it with a flirtatious little smirk and begins rolling it down over me. Her small hands curl around the base of me as she draws me closer to her and the sight makes me groan.
“Will it hurt as much as last time?” she asks and I still myself at her entrance. Truth is I’m not sure; I’ve popped a few girls’ cherries but never stuck around afterwards. It’s always been a case of fucking them and leaving before the condom hits the bottom of the trashcan.
“I don’t think so, I’ll take it nice and slow this time,” I tell her as I push inside of her as slowly as I can bear. She’s so tight I could blow before I’m even all the way in.
She lets out a gasp but then her body starts to relax around me and I push a little further.
“Does that feel okay?” I’m suddenly worried that I’m hurting her again; her satisfied smile eases my conscious.
“It feels a whole lot better than okay, Ethan,” she tells me as her fingernails bite into my ass. “Let’s just stay here and do this forever.”
I rock into her, finally pushing all the way in and I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do forever than this.
“Deal,” I tell her as I find a steady rhythm and spend the next hour making slow sweet love to my girl.
“DOES THIS SAY ‘cute and fun’, or ‘trying too hard’?” Brie asks as she holds a skirt to herself in the mirror of the store we’ve been in for the last forty minutes.
“Trying too hard!” Casey and I say at the same time. I’m pretty sure I have panties that cover more than the skirt she’s holding up.
“Really? Huh, I think it’s cute,” she says, swaying it from side to side.
“Brie! We have been in here foreverrrrr. Can we go already?” I’m tired and weighed down with a million and one bags. I usually shop on my own, hit a couple of stores and bam, I’m done. Shopping with Brie and Casey is a whole different ball game. I didn’t realize that there were actually this many stores in the mall, and I think we’ve been in some twice. If shopping were an Olympic sport, these girls would be in the running for gold.
I’m like a fish out of water when I shop. I smile as I remember one of the last times Em and I went to the mall together.
Em was in a changing room trying on jeans and called me to come in and give her my opinion. I pulled the curtain back and Emily was standing with a scowl on her face.