Page 96 of The Other Side

“Yeah, you missed that?” he rasps, his lips tickling mine.

I nod eagerly, my lips parting as my arms and legs snuggle him more. His hands are resting on my lower back now, bracing all my weight and bouncing me over his cock at the same time.

There’s nowhere for me to go as he’s positioned on his spread knees.

I’m at his mercy while his hot breath skates along my aching lips. Our noses brush, and I drag my fingers through his short hair to claw at it. He stretches me to a pinch of discomfort, waves of pleasure rippling inside me as my bare nipples ache.

My breaths stunt when he abruptly halts.

He mellows the rhythm, pumping into me as my fingertips stroke his scruff. I cross my ankles above his ass, securing my position while my eyes drift to his.

Our lips flinch, smirks emerging on our faces as we register the connection. Him filling me. Me snuggling him. And just like that…

There may as well be sunflowers standing around us.

We gasp simultaneously, our tiny grins faltering before we concentrate. “I’m over being gentle, Cal,” he pants.

I gyrate my hips to meet his thrusts. We collide in sync, accelerating our pace all the while harmonizing.

“All I really want to do is pound into this pussy until you’re the prettiest shade of red. Just for me,” he breathes. “Like marking my fucking territory.”

My nerve endings howl as I clutch his hair. His steel cock is as thick and large as I remember.

Fucking divine.

“Can I do that? Huh?” he whimpers.

His fingers make the first move, resting under my chin to gently tilt it higher. My mouth curves into a shy smile as he closes the gap between us, and his gaze locks on my hungry eyes.

Then they’re skating down to my mouth.

“Can I?” he rasps, flicking his eyes to mine once more. “Is this okay?”

“Can I kiss you?”

My pupils dilate in shock as I peek through my fingers. “Right now? You can’t just expect me to kiss you out of the blue.” My head wags in a rebuttal. “I-I don’t think I remember how, and I don’t want to embarrass myself. Especially not in front of⁠—”

“Here,” he amends. His digits softly brush my skin once more. “Can I kiss you here?”

His words echo through my hazy mind. I see a dirt road and two teenagers sharing a hot first kiss. I see them in the back of a station wagon under a string of Christmas lights.

His hazel eyes morph with an appetite, glossing over just as mine swell with emotion. He fucks me savagely like a man, but he’s still that same boy who asks for my consent.

My permission.

Every. Single. Time.

He found me.

Dove.

I’m home.

I close my eyes, fluttering them open as my belly tingles with devastation. Gusts of his hot breath sprint across my lips, and my hips scoop up for mercy.

My head bobs in agreement, and we rock faster and faster.

But we’re not clumsy this time.