[ 18+ COMPLETED high school romance]
Lina Andrews has always been a bookworm; she loves to read, and she loves to learn the depth of what lies behind the words-hence, why she's always found with her nose in a book. Even with how much her brother, B...
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I didn't really enjoy waking up, personally.
Because as soon as I opened my eyes, I normally had to scan the room, making sure Roy didn't creep into my room while I slept. After that, I'd spend a good twenty minutes just mentally preparing myself in case Roy did try something. And then I spend the rest of my day trying to avoid him at all costs.
So no, I didn't really enjoy waking up every single day, having to plan for my fucking safety.
But today? Today I actually didn't mind it.
First off, cause I knew I fell asleep in Hayden's arms, safe from all threats in my house. And second? Cause he woke me up in a very kind way.
In a half sleep daze, I felt Hayden's lips on my neck. Goosebumps instantly spread across my skin as I felt him smirk against my skin, placing another hot kiss on my collarbone. His hand moves, his thumb gently gliding over my nipple. I'm helpless not to shudder under his touch.
I don't say anything, not wanting to break this moment between us. Instead, I pressed my ass against his bare skin, begging for more. Hayden understands, firmly cupping my breast and squeezing it. I breathe heavy as his other hand starts to glide downward, fingers inching closer to where I need him already.
"Mm," he hums in my ear as his long finger strokes me. "Haven't even opened your eyes yet and you're already wet," he nips my ear. "Such a greedy girl."
I moan in response, pressing closer against him. He grunts in response, but thrusts a little upward so I can feel his hard cock against my ass cheeks. I spread my legs, allowing him easier access.
"Greedy," his voice is gruff. "I fuckin' love it."
Another stroke, his thumb circling my clit. He was barely touching me and I was ready to combust. I reach behind me and fist his hair, my head falling against his shoulder. His finger teased my opening, never pushing in.
"Choice is yours," Hayden's other hand squeezes my nipple, earning a small gasp from me. "Do you wanna come by my fingers, or my dick?"
How is that even fair? He's so good at everything, the choice is impossible. But before long, I was pressing myself closer to his dick, spreading my legs a bit more, welcoming him in.
Hayden's hand left between my legs to circle my waist. And then slowly, oh so slowly, he inched himself in. My jaw slacks, the faint feeling of soreness instantly being replaced with pleasure. He slowly works himself in me until he stops, letting go of a harsh breath.
He pulls out, then slowly back in again. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head. Most the times we've had sex, it's been Hayden's desire taking over, going hard and fast. Never like this. Never like he's caressing me from the inside slowly, appreciating every moment, all the warmth.
The thought in itself caused a moan to ripple through me.
But Hayden pulls out suddenly and I almost cry at the loss of contact. But Hayden shifts, leaning against the headboard in an upright position and pulling me to his lap. His eyes dark and dangerous and full of desire as he looked down at my body, then back to my eyes.
