Every Breath I Take Is For You

Chapter sixty-eight

[This book is coming to an end😭 but the journey was fun.]

She shifted, sliding her thigh between mine under the sheet. Heat shot straight through me. We barely moved before the bed let out the loudest squeak.

We froze.

My parents were in the next room. And they already had that suspicious, “We’re not judging, but we’re absolutely judging” vibe about us.

Kamala tried again.

Squeak squeak squeak.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. “I forgot how loud my bed is.”

Her mouth twitched. “Be quiet.”

I was still smiling when her thigh pressed in a little harder, a little slower, and her hand found my hip. Her palm was warm, fingers digging into my skin just enough to make me catch my breath.

The air between us changed.

My giggles died as her lips brushed my jaw. I felt the sheet slide off my hip, cool air meeting heat.

Her mouth moved to my ear. “You’re still sore from last time, aren’t you?”

I swallowed. “Yeah.”

“You want me to go slow?”

“No,” I said too fast, too desperate.

Her breath hitched, like that answer flipped some kind of switch. She pressed down harder, grinding slow at first, then picking up just enough to make my legs tighten around her. I could feel the faint tremor in my thighs, the ache mixing with sharp bursts of pleasure.

Then she stopped grinding.

Before I could protest, her hand left my hip and slid lower, the backs of her fingers brushing the inside of my thigh until I was shivering. She shifted her weight, bracing one knee on the mattress, and her fingers pressed inside.

My back arched so fast it made the bed squeak again.

Her other hand came up, covering my mouth just as a moan tore out of me.

"Quiet,” she whispered, but her voice had lost all sleepiness, now it was low, sure, almost a growl.

She moved in a steady rhythm, her thumb finding that spot that made my whole body jolt. Every time I tensed, she’d murmur something against my ear, half praise, half command, her words curling hot in my stomach.

The soreness made everything sharper, every slide of her fingers burning in the best way, until I was clutching at her back, nails dragging over her skin.

Her pace quickened, the bed squeaking in time with my heartbeat. I could feel her smiling against my neck, feel the heat of her breath every time I whimpered against her palm.

When I finally came, it was all heat and muffled sound, her hand holding me still until the tremors slowed. She kissed my temple, slow and soft, before finally letting her hand fall away.

In one swift motion, she rolled me onto my stomach. The sheets tangled around my waist, my face buried in the pillow, heart pounding.

“What are you-”

“Shh,” she breathed, kneeling behind me. Her hands slid over my hips, pulling me back against her as her mouth traced the slope of my shoulder.

I could feel her breath against my skin, the steady press of her body as her fingers slipped between my thighs again from behind.

The bed was squeaking like it was about to collapse. I grabbed the pillow and bit down, trying not to cry out, my whole body jerking with every movement.