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My eyes fly open. “Is it?”
“No. But I thought you were expressing concern for my well-being. Should have known better.” Despite the words and their pouting nature, he starts tossing pillows from the bed, drops the towel, and then crawls under the covers.
“Must not have been that bad if you’re not leaving.”
“I’m sure you did fine. I wouldn’t really know. No frame of reference. Whatsoever,” he adds.
The lone remaining pillow he’s fighting finally submits to him, and he turns to his side, facing me. His arm stretches beneath the pillow, and his body curls toward mine.
“You came, right?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
This is probably too big of a relief. I sigh, letting that worry go. “You can try it on me if you want.”
His gaze narrows. “I’ll think about it. Not tonight.”
“Okay.” My hands twist anxiously, but I pull them apart the second I notice.
“So let me ask you the same thing,” he says. “Well…?”
I give him half a grin. “Your ass is fucking amazing.”
That pulls a miraculous smile from him. A small one, but still.
“I came so fucking hard, Drew.”
“Good,” he murmurs, his eyes sliding closed sleepily before he blinks them open again. “You gonna sleep like that?”
I don’t answer him, but I do start tossing pillows. I should probably shower, but I’m not sure I’d be able to hold myself up that long, such was the draining power of the orgasm I had in his ass. Once I’m under the covers, he uses his long, strong arm to urge me closer to him.
Before I have a chance to wonder what he has in mind, his mouth is moving on mine—offering me more reassurance than I could have ever asked for. His tongue licks into my mouth, and my entire body is clenching to avoid wrapping myself around him like a needy koala.
Kissing him is beyond bliss, but having his bare chest pressed to mine and his hand running down the back of my thigh to pull it over his hip is sending me to another stratosphere. “Unh,” I grunt when our cocks smash together.
He’s half hard, and I’m all the way there again. More. I want more. Still more.
He moves to kiss my face, whispering near my ear. “I’d let you do it again if you wanted.”
“Really?” I whisper, shifting my hips up to give us both some friction to rut against. “So you liked it?”
“It had its moments. I’ll try it again.”
That like—means something to me. That I might have not been the best thing that’s ever happened to him, but I get another chance. I find his mouth and try to swallow those words—draw him further into me. I honestly can’t get enough.
Holding his face in my hands, I kiss him for as long as I possibly can, and then I kiss him again. I’m painfully hard, and we’re practically fucking again. His hand slips from my shoulder to encircle my throat, and the physical reminder of how this all began between us has precum pulsing from me in time with my rapid heartbeats.
“Do it,” I say against his hot mouth.
“Why?”
“Because it’s fucking amazing.”
His hand tightens—not like the first time or even the third or fourth, but enough. Enough to leave a bruise, enough to make me dizzy as I suck his lips and rub my tongue needily against his. My pulse pounds, and I feel every rapid, thready thrum of it.
“A little more,” I tell him.
He does what I ask, applying more pressure, but it’s not quite enough. He’s being careful. I appreciate it, but fuck…
