"Oh, I don't know about that. Something tells me I will," Jason says wryly.
We hang around for a little longer before I say, "Let's head home. It's been too long since I've had you in my bed. I just need to hold you."
I can't get us home fast enough. Kayla seems to be back to her old self, and I'm kicking myself for not talking to her sooner. Lesson learned, as they say.
Once home, she gets ready for bed and joins me wearing nothing but my shirt, standing in the doorway looking shy. Climbing into bed, I hold the blanket up for her.
"Come on, climb on in," I tell her, and she does.
I pull her to me, her back to my chest, and hold her, wrapping my arms around her.
"How am I so addicted to sleeping with you after just one night?" I whisper.
“I don't know. I slept so good with you, but the last few nights were horrible,” she says.
"Even though I’m pretty sure you’re scared, I hope you trust me."
"I trust you."
We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying each other. After a while I smooth my hand up and down her arm, just appreciating the feel of her soft skin. But simply having her this close is turning me on. I'm sure she can feel my erection nudging her, but I don't make a move in that direction.
Instead, I reach down and slowly stroke her leg. Her skin is smooth and with each touch, I move up a little higher until I'm inching under the shirt she is wearing. She doesn't stop me, and her breathing quickens.
A few more strokes and I find she isn't wearing any underwear. My cock throbs, but I don't say a word, not wanting to break the spell. When I move up the inside of her thighs, I find her pussy drenched. This time I pull her leg up and back resting it on mine, opening her up for me. I trail my finger back up the inside of her thigh to her center and start stroking her.
"I love how wet you get for me," I whisper hoarsely in her ear.
That seems to break the spell because she wiggles her hip against my cock.
"I love how hard you get for me," she moans.
I play with her clit, slowly teasing her until she is whimpering before thrusting two fingers into her.
When I continue thrusting my fingers into her, she lets out a low moan. She’s laying with her head on my other arm, but I'm able to reach around and play with her breast. The shirt might be covering it, but her nipples are so hard there is no hiding them.
As much as I'd love to have her remove the shirt so I can see them, I have plans to fuck her in it. Just thinking about her in my shirt while my cock is inside her has me rock hard.
Without losing a beat, I replace my fingers with my cock on the next thrust. She gasps and arches her back, pushing her ass into me and causing me to sink even further into her. She is so wet I slide right in.
"This isn't going to last long. I've been craving you for days, having you so close but not being able to make love to you. No more of that shit. I want you in bed with me every night. No excuses." I start stroking her clit nice and slow. "Promise me you will sleep in my bed."
She doesn't answer me, so I stop all movements.
"Promise me," I say again.
"I promise, Brice. I missed being in your arms even if I was scared to be here," she cries out.
I continue my thrusts and it isn't long until she’s falling over the edge and taking me with her.
Making her come and having her promise to be in my bed every night doesn't do anything to diminish the feeling in my gut that things are about to change.