Page 88 of Endless Depths

I stroke the back of his head, down to the hair at the base of his neck, then rub circles on his upper back. “You saved me, and I’m so grateful.” I angle his head back and cup his cheek. “Okay?”

He turns his head and kisses the center of my palm. “I almost gave up on us. I didn’t think I’d ever hold you again.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long. Ever since Seb died, I’ve been lost in a dark abyss. I finally found my way to the surface, but I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He smiles and we dissolve into sweet heat and friction again,languid kisses building into a storm of need as we shed the rest of our clothes, and slide our slick cocks against each other, relishing the long overdue sensation.

“I need you.” I want to knot our DNA together, anchor my heart to his so we never separate again.

“You poor thing,” he murmurs. “I’ve edged you for weeks, haven’t I?”

I bite my lip and nod, trying to rein in my fraying control before I combust.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

“No.” I curl up and reach for his cock. “I’m supposed to earn you. I’m supposed to beg.”

“I shouldn’t have said that. It was fucked up.”

“It turned me on.” Even though it broke my heart.

“Still.” He cups my cheek and strokes my jawline with his thumb. “This starts here with us. You don’t owe me anything. I want to go back to the beginning when we first fell in love.” He pulls me onto my side facing him, and drifts his hand down my spine. “I fantasized about you for years before I finally let myself touch you. Sometimes I still jerk off to those fantasies.”

“Fuck,” I whisper. “That’s so hot.”

He laughs sinfully, and trails his fingers down my crack, stopping at my tailbone to stoke the embers of my desperation. If he torments me much longer, muscle spasms and pain will ruin this. I inhale deeply and unclench my muscles.

“Do you remember the first time I made you come?” he asks.

How could I not? We were ‘refilling the oil’ in the engine room, our excuse for finding time to be alone. We hid around the corner at the end of the hall, out of view of the door. It was so loud down there we communicated through facial expressions, learning each other’s language.

“Hm?” He nips the bottom of my ear. “Stroking you through your jeans, swallowing your sweet gasps.” He cups my erection and squeezes. “Do you remember?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He strokes my cock, slathering pre-cum down my length with each pass. Meanwhile, his other hand descends to my hole. He grazes it with his fingertips. My eyes slam shut. I want more, but he just sweeps his fingers back and forth at a maddeningly slow pace.

“Morgan,” I whine.

“You said my name just like that. I had to read your lips. You didn’t know what to ask for, but you trusted me to give you what you needed.”

He applies gentle pressure to my hole. Just pressure. Nothing more.

“You froze just like this when I reached my other hand down the back of your pants.” He rubs circles around my rim. “I hadn’t played with my hole all that much back then. I didn’t expect this sexy, muscular hole, flexing and relaxing as you got closer to coming, like it needed something to hold on to.”

He applies a little more pressure, massaging the tight ring of muscle. I suck in a sharp inhale.

“You panted as I explored and experimented, your pleasure this precious mystery. I’ve never felt more powerful than when I watched you fall apart under my touch. I’d never watched porn. It didn’t even occur to me. I was so obsessed with you, I built these blurry fantasies, half of them inspired by Lawrence’s unsolicited sex stories.” His hand pauses on my cock. “Never tell him that.”

I laugh. “But it would make him so happy.”

“Shut the hell up, Sunshine.” He starts stroking my cock again. “My imagination was woefully inadequate. I wanted to put my finger inside you. I was so curious. Would you be as hot inside as your flushed skin? How tight would you squeeze me?”

“Morgan,” I whine. “You said you wouldn’t tease me.”

“No. I said I would take care of you.”

I huff a growl through my teeth, fisting my fingers until my nails dig into my palms.