Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 63

(No Control - 63. Don't Forget Where You Belong)

I wake up first the following morning, and spend a few minutes watching Jess sleep. Not in a creepy way or anything - I just like being able to look at her uninterrupted. She always gets so shy when she knows I'm staring at her.

I push myself up onto my elbow and take in every inch of her body that I can see: her long eyelashes brushing her cheek, her cute little pink lips, the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder, the smooth skin on her upper arms, her slender fingers.

God, she's beautiful. It's like every time I look at her I get a jolt as I realise how amazing she is. And she's mine. She's MY girlfriend. I am never letting her go again.

Again, not in a creepy way.

I brush her hair back over her shoulder, and then gently graze my fingertips down her back. I can feel little Harry stirring already.

I lean forward and plant a soft kiss on her shoulder, then her back, then her neck, and her skin buzzes with goosebumps in response. Her breathing changes so I know she is waking up, and I gently press my growing erection into her back. She sighs softly, and I take this as a green light, and slip my hand up her top to squeeze her breast gently. Her nipple is rock hard. Fuck.

"Harry," she murmurs softly. "Someone might walk in."

"No one will walk in," I whisper in her ear as I run my fingertips over her nipple, and she whimpers and pushes her hips back so her bum presses against my boner. I reach across and tease her other nipple, still kissing her neck, and her hand slips behind her and in between us, and curls around my dick. I exhale gently and close my eyes as she touches me, and rubs her thumb over my tip, causing me to shudder.

"Fuck, Jess," I murmur, and she squeezes me gently in reply, causing me to moan again.

I lean over her and grab a condom out of the drawer beside her, and she starts to turn over to face me, but I'm enjoying touching her like this too much.

"Stay where you are," I instruct, and for once in her life she fucking does as she's told.

I lay on my back and roll on the condom, and then scoot up behind her again and pull her leg back over my thigh. I position my hips and tease her with my tip for a minute, before pushing gently inside her.

She turns her head and buries her face in the pillow and gives a moan of enjoyment, and this spurs me on, sending a jolt of pleasure right down my dick. I stroke her nipples gently as I thrust into her, and kiss her back, shoulders and neck. She curls one arm back around my neck, tugging at my hair as I build the pace, and then grabs the pillow and presses it against her face and whimpers softly. I can feel her tightening around me, so I know she's getting close. I slide my hand deftly down her stomach and between her legs, rub my finger round in a circle against her, and I watch as she screws her eyes up, bites down on her thumb and lets go.

Knowing she's coming tips me over the edge and I thrust hard and fast to get my own release. I press my face into the crook of her neck and try not to be too loud as I finish, pulling her tightly against me because I never want to let her go; I never want this to end. It's too fucking good, this thing we've got. It's too good to lose. She's fucking amazing. She's perfect. We're perfect. We just fit.

Once the feeling has subsided, and I'm left with a gentle pulsing, I relax and breathe in the smell of her hair. It smells like home. She smells like home. I feel her hand searching under the duvet for mine, and feel a warm fuzzy glow when she interlaces our fingers.

"I don't think I will ever get tired of doing that with you," I whisper.

"I should hope not," she jokes, completely ruining the moment and turning her head to kiss me.