Page 96 of Offside

"I am."

"Please fuck me, Ryan. Harder. Faster."

"Okay, solsken."

I gave her exactly what we both wanted, and when she came apart under me, groaning my name, I met her there, thrusting into her the way she liked, letting myself go at the same time.

After cleaning up, I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.

She fell asleep with her hand flat on my stomach and my hand on top of hers, rubbing slow circles until I drifted off.

I woke at three with my hand already on her hip.

The room was dark except for the strip of streetlight coming through where the blinds didn't quite meet. She'd turned in her sleep and put her back to me at some point and I'd followed her without waking up, my hand under her shirt, my knee between hers, my face in her hair.

I had two hours and fifteen minutes left.

I moved my hand up her ribs and she made a small noise, not awake yet, and pushed her ass against me, rubbing against my cock. I put my mouth on the back of her neck and slid my hand up higher, massaging her breast before gently pinching her nipple. She moaned and reached behind her, gripping me with one hand.

"Are you leaving?" she asked. Her voice was thick with sleep.

"Not yet."

She let go and turned toward me, then without announcing it, slid her panties off and sat up on her knees. She grabbed the waistband of my boxer briefs and dragged them down my legs and tossed them somewhere. Quickly, I grabbed another condom and covered myself while she climbed on top of me. I liked this side of her.

She settled over my cock and as she slid down, adjusting to the stretch of me, said, “You feel so fucking good, baby.” She pulled her shirt off over her head and I watched as her tits bounced just the slightest bit while she took all of me.

I fucking love when she calls me baby.

She started to move. Slow, unhurried, taking it at exactly the pace she wanted and not one bit faster no matter what I did with my hips. I let her have it. I would have let her have anything. She was so wet, and so tight, I had to hold back my release as I watched her ride me, memorizing every detail of her beautiful body while she slid up and down my cock.

Min.

It came up in Swedish before it came up in English, the way things did when I stopped thinking about them.

Mine.

When she sat up and touched herself, pinching her hard nipples and moaning, I fucked up into her harder and moved my thumb over her clit, sending her over the edge. She pulsated around me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, filling the condom with my own release and moaning.

“Fuuuuuck, Maren,” I ground out as she leaned over me, breathless.

“That was so good, baby,” she whispered in my ear.

I let out a small chuckle, because she wasn’t fucking wrong. God, what was I going to do without her?

She rolled off me, and after I took care of the condom and cleaned her up, we settled back into bed. She got her leg over mine and her face against my throat.

"Solsken."

"Mm."

"Nothing." I pressed my mouth to the top of her head. "Go back to sleep."

She was out in under a minute. I lay there with the clock running and let myself count the hours instead of pretending I wasn't going to.

My alarm went off at five-fifteen.

I silenced it before the second pulse and lay still for a moment in the dark of her room, taking inventory. She was on her side facing away from me, one hand curled loosely under her cheek, her breathing slow and even. The blinds filtered the desert pre-dawn into pale gray lines across the bed. Her hair was spread across the pillow and her shoulder was warm where it pressed against my arm and I lay there for about thirty seconds longer than I needed to, storing it.