Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 65

(No Control - 65. They Don't Know About Us)

Jess's radio alarm sounds the following morning, and I pull her tightly into my arms and sigh. She snuggles into me, slipping one leg between mine and draping her arm around my waist. This is possibly the best feeling ever. I love her so much.

My heart begins to pound, as I open my mouth to tell her, before I start overthinking and talk myself out of it.

"Fancy a brew?" she murmurs.

I let out the breath I've just taken, and kiss the top of her head. "Yeah, go on then," I reply.

"Stay here, I'll bring it through," she says, sliding out of bed and pulling my t-shirt on. It skims her thighs, and knowing she's naked underneath makes my morning glory throb. I grab my toothbrush out of my bag and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth while she's in the kitchen, and then jump back in bed just before she brings two mugs in.

"Thanks," I murmur as she hands me one, and I set it down on the little table next to my side of the bed. "Come here," I incline my head. "I've got something for you."

"What is it?" she asks, beginning to smile as she climbs onto the bed.

"Close your eyes," I instruct, and she obeys. "Now hold your hand out," I tell her, and she does this too.

Grinning at my own immaturity, I push the covers back, pull my boxers down and kneel up next to her.

"Ready?" I murmur, and she nods, smiling.

I nudge her hand with my erection, and she frowns in confusion before opening her eyes and looking down between us.

"What the fuck, Harry?!" she shouts, and we both start to laugh. I grab her and push her down on the bed and lie on top of her. She's still giggling as I press my lips onto hers.

"I don't know what's so funny," I tease her.

"I don't know why you pulled it away," she fires back. "I thought it was for me?"

I grind my hips against her and she pulls my face down to hers and kisses me, before reaching her hand between our bodies and curling her hand around my length, and rubbing her thumb over my tip. I shudder gently and she smiles into our kiss.

I tug at the bottom of my t-shirt that she is wearing.

"Get this off," I murmur, and she whips it over her head and drops it on the floor.

"I haven't got any condoms," she pants as I dip my head down and slowly graze the tip of my tongue across her nipple.

"Good job I brought a few back with me yesterday then, isn't it?" I murmur, and her hand squeezes my erection gently, making me groan softly. "I can't wait until we don't have to bother with them anymore," I whisper.

"Me too," she whispers back.

Once the condom is on I waste no time in pushing into her, and bury my face in her neck as I thrust my hips, slowly at first, and then with increased pace as her whimpers spur me on. I know she's getting close as her insides squeeze me tighter and tighter and her hips grind against mine. I lift my head and press my mouth onto hers, and she bites down gently on my lip, making me groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Harry," she moans softly, and I feel her tighten again, which tips me over the edge. We both come, holding each other and kissing urgently, until I come to a stop and drop my head onto her shoulder, panting. She strokes my back softly, and after a minute I shift to the side so I am lying on the bed beside her but my head remains on her chest. I listen to the rhythm of her heart, and close my eyes as she strokes my hair gently, her fingertips brushing the side of my cheek. It's so relaxing, I could stay here all day, but we both have things to do.