Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Poor baby. I missed you too.” He stroked my jaw with his thumb, eyes tender.
“Gonna do something about it?” I pulled him more securely against me, our cocks pressing together as I teased him with tiny brushes of my lips against his until he growled and kissed me for real. I loved how he could take control of my mouth, tasting and exploring, and then, just as easily, he retreated, inviting me in with a little sigh and parted lips.
I took him up on the invitation, sucking and licking, but I got distracted by how fresh and sweet he tasted. Laughing, I pulled back. “How is it you wake up minty?”
He half groaned and half chuckled. “My body’s still not sure what time zone I’m in. I got up and showered, but then you looked so cozy, I couldn’t resist getting back in bed.”
“I like encouraging you to be lazy. I’m a bad influence.” I stretched into him.
“And proud of it.” He gave me a fast, hard kiss. I was about to take it deeper again, but a random worry poked at my brain.
“Should I go freshen—”
“Nah. You’re fine.” Growling low, he licked a damp stripe up my neck. “And I’m impatient.”
“Me too.” I pushed him to his back so I could straddle his waist, grind against him more effectively. And he was so warm and fuzzy in all the right places that I couldn’t resist stretching out on him, lining up our bodies so everything from our ankles to shoulders touched.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.” Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me down so my weight was fully on him. I gasped at how good he felt under me. I could feel his every breath, the rise and fall of his chest.
“Sure I’m not squashing you?”
“Squash me. Please.” Eyes drifting shut, he tipped his head back against the pillows and dropped his arms to the sides, the picture of erotic supplication, like there was nothing he wanted more than me holding him down.
“Oh, you really are perfect.” I kissed his exposed neck and collarbones.
“To you, maybe.” A flush spread up his chest.
I raised my head. “Isn’t that all that matters?”
“Yeah. You make me feel perfect. Like being good for you is enough. Fuck, I’m not even sure I’m making sense.” His blush had reached his cheeks, a deep-red stain, and I kissed each in turn.
“I get it.” And I did. I felt honored, frankly, that he trusted me so much that he was willing to let himself have this space to let go. He spent so much time chasing being a better person, proving himself worthy of respect and admiration. Giving him all the praise and acceptance he needed and making him feel so good made me feel like I could scale buildings and bound from rooftops, as if I were the superhero I accused him of being.
I rewarded his honesty with deep, drugging kisses and slow swivels of my hips, grinding into him until we were both panting. He bucked up into me, meeting me with a franticness that had my cock throbbing and leaving a trail of precome across our pressed-together bellies.
“Ezra.” His voice was a broken plea.
“Wanting something?” I was more than content to get him off this way, grinding and rocking, slow and sexy, but I was also game for whatever he wanted most. He indulged me often enough, and I wanted to do the same for him.
“Fuck me.” He reached over to the nightstand, where lube and an unopened box of condoms waited.
“Someone planned ahead.” I raised my eyebrows as I accepted the supplies from him.
“Told you. I showered. Had plenty of time to think.” He was blushing again, and I loved it.
“Mmm.” I kissed the flush away. “I’m glad you thought of me.”
“Always.” He met my mouth in a searching kiss, getting more demanding as I playfully held back, deliberately trying to get him more frantic, until he groaned. “Please.”
“Your please gets me every time.” I gifted him another deep kiss before sitting up to sort out opening the supplies. Duncan tried to flip over, but I stayed him by shifting my weight to his thighs. “No, don’t roll. Want you exactly like this.”
“Okay.” He agreed easily enough, but he turned his face into the pillow behind his head as I moved backward and encouraged him to spread his legs so I could kneel between them. I pushed his legs up and back so I could stroke his cock and tease his rim with slick fingers. He moaned as soon as my fingers danced down his cock and made a needy sound when I circled his rim, but he kept his face hidden.
“Look at me.” With my free hand, I gently moved his face out of the pillow. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s just us here. I love seeing and hearing how much you want this.”