Page 105 of Craving Sin

Holding his arm over his head, my hand at his wrist, I look up at him as I lash my tongue along his pit.

“Fuck. Rian. Do it again.”

“You like that?” I ask, before doing what he says, licking the sensitive skin there, different because of the feel of the hair, but unexpectedly, it turns me on even more.

“Yes. God, yes.”

“You know you’re mine, right?” I do it again, before moving to the other side, holding his arm down, taking the control he gives me.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

I bury my face in there, giving it the same treatment as the other side. “Again,” I say as I kiss my way down his body.

“I’m yours.”

“Again.” I bury my face in his groin.

“I’m yours.”

Licking, sucking, breathing him in. The crease of his thigh, his balls, beneath them, licking his rock-hard shaft, swirling my tongue around the tip.

“I’m yours,” he says again, not needing me to prompt him.

“That’s so fucking good. You’re so fucking good.”

I don’t stop there, though. I kiss his thighs, work my way down to his knees, calves, and don’t stop until I’m at the end of the bed, holding his foot in my hand.

“Yours,” he says, and I smile, before tasting the arch in his foot, sucking his damn toes into my mouth. I want Abbott to know who every part of him belongs to and that I will always want him.

“Christ, that is so fucking hot—seeing you want me like this.”

“Worship you,” I correct. “Cherish you.”

I lick him again before doing the same thing to the other leg, foot—every part of him is mine, mine, mine. And when I’m done, I flip Abbott to his stomach and start over again. Neck…shoulders, all those fucking freckles, which just might be my favorite things. Down his spine and to his ass. “Jesus, this fucking ass. It’s so goddamned pretty. Everything about you is.”

“Eat me,” he says, all breathless and writhing against the bed.

“My fucking pleasure…but what do you say?”

I wonder if he knows what I mean, if I’ll get a please, but he understands what I’m asking and says, “I’m yours.”

“Fuck yes, you are.”

I smile at the freckles on his ass that are so fucking cute, spread his cheeks, see his tight, pink hole between them, and my fucking mouth waters.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” he says, just before I can’t hold myself back anymore and bury my face in his ass. I don’t know how I spent my whole life without what is now my favorite meal. It hits all my buttons, licking his hole, him pushing his ass against my face, rutting against the mattress—the feel of his ring when I push my tongue in, softening him, tasting him, making him wild with pleasure. I wish I could spend all my time right here with my face in Abbott’s ass.

“Fuck, Rian. It’s so good. Everything is so fucking good with you.”

I pull back just to ask, “Why?”

“Because I’m yours,” he says, and I’m on him again, feasting on his plump cheeks, on the tasty little hole between them—probing and savoring, letting my tongue run up and down his crease, biting his cheeks and then diving between them again.

My dick is throbbing though, and as much as I love this, I still have to keep going, need to worship every inch of his body, so I taste the backs of his thighs. Abbott moans when I lash my tongue against the backs of his knees, down…down, down, until I’m tasting his feet again, letting him know that there isn’t one spot on his body that I don’t know intimately, that isn’t mine.