“Sounds good,” she says, stepping forward to hug me goodbye.
Her towel starts to slip and my cock hardens further in my pants.
“Hartley,” I whisper, her name sounding like a prayer and a plea on my lips.
My hands reach for her, wrapping around her waist and dragging her tight against me at the same time that Hartley wraps her arms around my neck, shifting closer to me as her lips inch closer to mine.
“What about your parents?” she teases and I groan.
“Let’s not talk about my parents right now,” I suggest and she shrugs.
“Why not? What did you want to do instead?” she kids me.
“Smartass.”
Hartley grins, her eyes bright and mischievous until my hands tangle in her hair and angle her head so that my mouth can capture hers. Her eyes darken and she shifts even closer in my arms as our lips finally meet.
It’s easy to get lost in her. In the taste and feel of her beneath my fingertips. In the sounds she makes when I shift closer or tangle my tongue with hers in a certain way.
Soon, just holding her to me isn’t good enough and I back her up until we hit the bed.
We’re still wrapped around each other, each of us sighing as we peel our clothes off. I kiss lower, capturing a pert nipple in my mouth and sucking softly. Hartley moans above me, her cries starting slow and growing as I kiss lower, settling between her legs.
She’s drenched for me but I still lick her to one orgasm, wanting her taste on my lips and her moans in my ears when I finally enter her. It doesn’t take long before her thighs are clamped around my ears, her head thrown back on the pillow, as she comes around my fingers.
I kiss my way back up her body, licking a path up her neck and my cock finds her snug opening. We both sigh as I enter her, moaning together as I rock into her at the same slow, maddening pace.
She’s still so tight and every time that I sink back into her, I swear my eyes roll back in my head.
“Eli,” Hartley breathes out, her heels digging into my ass as she wraps her legs around me. “More,” she pleads and I’m powerless to deny her.
My pace picks up, our breaths coming in harsh pants as our bodies move together. Sweat coats our bodies, easing our movements. When Hartley’s legs start to shake, I know that she’s close.
I look down, meeting her eyes, our gazes holding as we both fly over the edge.
“Hartley, Hartley, Hartley.”
I’m not even aware that I’m chanting her name like some kind of talisman as we both reach our peaks.
Hartley’s eyes are heavy, her cheeks flushed, and I know that she must be tired. I’m tired too, but when she gives me the most beautiful smile, suddenly, I’m ready for round two.
She yawns, reaching down to tug the blankets that got tangled and bunched up by our feet higher and I move closer to her, letting her cuddle into my side and curl around me as we both close our eyes and finally find sleep.