Page 58 of Freeze Frame

He opened his mouth to protest. I could see it on his face and put my hand over his mouth. “You’re perfectfor me. And that makes you perfect.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Shut up and accept the compliment, David.”

I felt his mouth curve into a smile behind my hand. “Compliment accepted. Thank you.”

“Good. Now, where were we?” I rolled closer to David and plastered my body against his. We were both on our sides now, facing each other. I reached for him at the same time he reached for me. Our mouths met in the middle, a collision of breath and want and love and need. Someone whimpered. Maybe me. Maybe both of us when he slid a thigh between my legs and let me writhe on it as I devoured his mouth, tangling our tongues together. Kissed him breathless.

I squirmed on that thigh, grinding against it, slightly frustrated that it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to fuck.

“David, can I fuck you?” I pulled away and pressed my forehead against his and tried to catch my breath.

His groan was guttural and sounded like part agony, part ecstasy. “Fuck, please. I thought you’d never ask.”

He kissed me again, quick and soft and then he pulled away.

I watched him roll over and fumble around in the nightstand for something. I was confused at first, until he pulled the condoms out. “We should have used them the first time with that toy. I mean… I washed it. It was new and clean and never been used, but you said you always use one with toys.”

Sometimes David was so earnest and awkward he made my heart explode with joy. My cute aggression—that feeling you got when you saw a really cute puppy and wanted to squish it—kicked in and I wanted to squish David. I wanted to hug him until he popped. Kiss him… with teeth. Okay, so I wanted to bite him. To mark him up with my teeth so everyone would know he belonged to someone.

I propped myself up on an elbow and raked my gaze over his body and I let him watch me do it. “Take a condom out and put it on that dick for me.”

Locating the dick took a second because it had been forgotten in our kissing and our conversation, but when he found it, he knelt on the bed so I could see. Tearing the condom wrapper open, he rolled the condom down the cock with trembling hands that looked like they were barely cooperating.

I shifted up onto my knees and took the cock from him. I ghosted a kiss against his lips, and he tried to chase it, but I evaded him.

“Get on your face, love. And get comfortable because you’re going to be there for a while.”

David huffed. “My dick has been ready to burst for the past ten minutes. It’s not going to take much more than a stiff breeze.”

I shrugged and motioned for him to lie down. “If you come, you come, but I’m not stopping until I’m done with you.”

He let out a groan. “I don’t know whether to be excited by that… or terrified.”

“Both are probably healthy.”

He flopped down onto his front. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

But he dutifully spread his legs, tucked his knees under himself, and made room for me to torture him.

Spread underneath me like that, waiting for me to touch him, it struck me just how beautiful he was. He was obviously self-conscious about his body, but I couldn’t have loved it more if I’d designed it myself. His lower half was lightly hairy, even downthe crack of his ass. The backs of his thighs. His calves. It wasn’t thick, but it was enough to make me want to pet him.

There was something incredibly heady about having this larger man beneath me. Older, wiser, stronger, and yet he was soft for me, bending to my will, eager to please me. And now it was my turn to please him.

He was right in his assessment that it wasn’t going to take much to make him come. Precum leaked from his cock and dripped down onto the bed. He shivered when I touched him, pressed his body back to seek the feel of my hand skimming across the cheeks of his ass.

“You’re so fucking hot. I wish you could see yourself how I see you.”

David responded, but it was incoherent and muffled, and I didn’t care to have him repeat it. I was too busy uncapping the lube and drizzling it directly onto his hole. I spread it around with my fingers, teasing him until I felt him relax a little. Then, slowly, I worked a finger inside him.

David was hot and tight and perfect, and he sucked my finger in like it belonged there. The sigh he let out made me wonder if we’d shared the same thought.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I leaned forward and gently nipped at the fleshy globe of his ass. David jumped and made a strangled sound and then let out a soft laugh.

“Wasn’t really expecting that,” he said, melting into my touch as I fucked him with my finger.

If the vision of that cock sliding into his ass after he’d fucked me with it hadn’t entered my brain, demanding to be realized, I might have fingered him for half the night. I could imagine doing it too. Bringing him to the edge over and over and not letting him come. But I had to see it. I had to watch.

I worked him open with two fingers, then three. With three, David lost all coherence. He writhed and panted and chased mytouch. He shoved himself back, fucking himself on my fingers. And when he was just about to lose his mind, I pulled them out.