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His eyes stay on mine as I lower myself onto him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, my cock dragging against his as my weight settles over him, skin to skin the whole length of us.

He arches into me with a broken sound against my jaw, and something rough tears from my chest in answer. Fuck. I want all of him beneath me. Want his hands on me. Want to stay right here until there’s nothing outside this room but rain and whatever sounds I can drag out of him.

He’s warm and naked beneath me, breathing hard, his hands still open on the rug beside his head. I rest my forehead against his shoulder and stay there for a second.

“You’re crushing me,” he complains into my hair, but there’s no force behind it.

“Give me a second.”

His hands come off the rug and settle flat against my back, uncertain at first, like he isn’t sure he’s allowed. “Asher.” His hands go still. “You’re shaking. You don’t get to be the one shaking.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

I push myself up onto one arm, reaching for the bottle where I left it.

His eyes follow my hand. “What are you doing with that?”

“Lie still, and you’ll find out.”

I pour the champagne down the center of his chest. My ring drags a cold line through it when I spread my hand over his sternum, and he swears. His whole body jolts beneath me, goosebumps racing over his skin as I catch his hip and keep him from twisting away. The champagne runs over his ribs and disappears into the rug beneath him.

“Light, that’s cold. You could have warned me.”

“And ruin the reaction? Absolutely not. Keep still.”

I press my mouth to his sternum and drink my way down, following the champagne across his stomach as the muscles ripple beneath my tongue. At his navel, I dip my tongue into the little pool and suck it clean.

His hands lock in my hair, tightening as my mouth goes lower.

The rest has run down toward his hip and gathered at the base of his cock. I follow it, licking him clean until he’s saying my name over and over without seeming to realize it.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me? I can’t feel my hands.”

I kneel over him and catch his hip. “I need you the other way around. Stay on your back.”

“What are you planning now?”

“You’ll see.”

I take hold of him and help pivot him around on the rug, keeping him on his back until his head is between my knees, and he’s staring straight up at me.

Understanding finally crosses his face. “Oh, Light. You cannot be serious.”

“Very serious.” I take his jaw in my hand and angle his head where I want it. “I’m getting on top of you, and you’re going to open that pretty mouth for me.”

His pupils blow as he looks up my body. “You really are completely insane.”

“Open.”

He does as I tell him, and the reaction that tears through me wipes everything else from my head.

“That’s it.” I brace one hand against the rug, keeping my gaze on him. “All the way down. Take it, good boy. That’s my good boy.”

His response goes up my spine like fucking current.

I start slowly, giving him time and watching his every reaction. When he pulls me closer, his fingers digging into my hips, I give him what he’s asking for. The sound he makes vibrates straight through me.