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Billy’s POV – Night 1
We agreed on the rules in the car ride home: No coming. No sneaking off alone to finish. Everything else was allowed. I thought it would be easy. It wasn’t. We started simple. Showered together. No touching below the waist. Just soap, hands on shoulders, necks, hair. She washed my back. I washed hers. When her fingers grazed the scar on my shoulder blade she kissed it without thinking. My cock jumped so hard it slapped my stomach. We both laughed, nervous, surprised the sound still existed between us.
We dried off. Crawled into bed naked. She curled into my side like she used to. I wrapped an arm around her and felt her heartbeat racing against my ribs.
Five minutes of silence.
Then she whispered, “I’m thinking about the closet.”
I swallowed. “Me too.”
We didn’t say anything else. Just breathed. My erection pressed against her thigh, hot and aching. She didn’t move away. I didn’t grind. We just let it hurt.
Eventually we fell asleep like that: hard, wet, miserable, and closer than we’d been in weeks.
Night 3
Movie on the couch. Some dumb rom-com neither of us was watching. She was in my lap, back to my chest, my hands resting on her bare stomach under the hoodie. Every time she laughed at a joke her ass shifted against me. After twenty minutes she was soaked. I could feel it through her thin cotton shorts. I was leaking so much the front of my boxers looked like I’d already come.
She turned her head, lips brushing my jaw. “I want you inside me so bad I can’t think.” “I want to be inside you so bad I’m shaking,” I admitted.
We kissed, slow, filthy, open-mouthed, until we were both panting. I slid my hand up under her hoodie, cupped her breast, thumbed her nipple exactly the way she likes. She moaned into my mouth and rolled her hips once, hard.
We both froze.
“Stop,” I said, voice ragged.
She went still instantly. We stayed like that, foreheads touching, trembling.
“Good,” she whispered. “That was good.”
Night 5
I woke up at 3 a.m. with her mouth an inch from my cock. She was staring at it in the dark like it was a loaded gun. “I woke up tasting you in my dream,” she said, voice hoarse. “I just wanted to look.” I threaded fingers through her hair. “You can look. You can taste. Just no finishing.” She licked once, slow, from base to tip. I groaned so loud it echoed. She did it again. And again. Until I was thrusting into the air, begging without words. She pulled back, lips swollen, eyes glassy. “I’m so close just from tasting you,” she said.
“Me too.”
We stared at each other. Then, by some miracle, we rolled away and just held each other while the ache slowly, slowly ebbed.
Night 7 – The Last Night
We were both wrecks. Eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and constant arousal. Walking around the apartment like we were underwater. We cooked dinner naked because clothes felt like torture. Every brush of skin was electric. She dropped a spoon and bent to pick it up; I had to grip the counter to keep from bending her over right there.
After we ate (barely), we ended up on the bedroom floor, backs against the foot of the bed, legs tangled.
“I need to come so bad I could cry,” she said.
“I jerked off in my head seventeen times today,” I confessed. “Stopped every single time.”
She turned to me, eyes wild.
“Tomorrow we see Dr. Ellis again,” she said. “Tomorrow we’re allowed.”
I nodded.
She crawled into my lap, straddling me, but didn’t let us line up. Just rested there, her wetness smearing my stomach, my cock trapped between us, pulsing against her clit.
We kissed until our lips were raw. She started rocking, tiny movements, barely friction.
“I’m thinking about Kevin’s face when he came inside me,” she whispered against my mouth. “I hate that it turns me on.”
“I’m thinking about how you looked walking out after,” I rasped. “I hate that I want to see it again. But controlled and chosen. Not like that night.”
She whimpered, rocking harder. “Stop,” I said, voice shaking but firm. She stopped instantly. Buried her face in my neck and shuddered.
“I love you,” she breathed. “I love you so much it hurts more than this.”
I held her until the shaking stopped. Tomorrow we would walk back into that beige office and tell Dr. Ellis we had followed the rules. Tomorrow we would find out if seven days of almost had taught us how to say stop… and how to say yes when we actually meant it.
Tonight, we just held each other with our relationship on the edge of a cliff and we didn’t fall.
More to come…..
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