Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 42

(No Control - 42. I Want)

I feel Jess turning over in bed, and I open my eyes to find her looking at me. She's beautiful. I can't help but smile.

"You're beautiful," I tell her, and she smiles shyly back.

"Thanks," she says.

"Did you sleep ok?" I ask.

"I don't even remember falling asleep," she says with an embarrassed smile.

"You were asleep about five seconds after we..," I begin, and trail off, embarrassed too.

After we had possibly the best sex of my entire life, is what I want to say. But I don't want to be crass.

"I remember that bit," she says, looking away briefly, and I grin in relief.

I reach over to her and pull her against me. Her skin touching mine makes me instantly hard.

"I haven't brushed my teeth," she protests, but I kiss her anyway and say, "Me neither."

I've watched her come on top of me for heaven's sake - I'm not bothered about morning breath.

She slips her leg over mine and I pull her even closer, pressing my boner against her leg as discreetly as I can. I'm horny as fuck - I hope she takes the hint.

"Oh, hello," she says, sounding surprised but... delighted?

"Morning," I smirk, and I push my hips harder against her. I slide my hand up her leg, and I feel my dick tingling.

"Someone's awake," she murmurs, and I lean over her to kiss her neck, pushing her onto her back.

I've been dreaming about moments like this non stop for a month - of course my dick is awake.

"Well I've missed you," I murmur back - it's better than voicing my real thoughts.

I kiss her again, pushing her legs open and laying between them. I nudge against her and she's wet already... I can't stop myself from pushing myself gently inside her.

Fucking hell, this feels incredible. What the fuck...?

I lean forward and kiss her, but she pushes me away and I slip out again. For a moment I'm confused.

"Condom," she reminds me.

FUCK. No wonder it felt so good. I've never done that before...

I swear, and fumble quickly to find one, and as soon as it's on I'm back in between her legs again. I look at her for approval and she pulls my face to hers so I push into her again, pause for a second, and then begin to move. I'm propping myself up on my elbows as I thrust into her, and she wraps both her legs over mine and pulls me in deeper.

It's so fucking good; I start moving faster and she squeezes me with her legs and gives a soft whimper. I nearly lose it then, but manage to hold off for another minute until she comes and then I follow, seconds after.

"I keep losing this game," she says as I roll off onto my back, panting.

"What game?" I ask.

"Trying to resist banging you," she says, and I laugh.

"I'd forgotten we were playing."

"I'm always playing," she responds, and I laugh again, feeling embarrassed at her bold admission of being unable to resist me. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Now you're making me blush," I mutter.

"Harry Styles doesn't blush," she laughs, looking over at me, but I keep my gaze averted. "Oh my God you do blush!" she says, sitting up and peering at my face.