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He nods and silence stretches, awkward and loaded with all kinds of ... awkwardness.
Enough. Some people are good at connecting. Those people are clearly not us. I sit up and straddle his thighs, leaning forward to look into his eyes as I plant a kiss to the serious line of his mouth. “We don’t need stories.”
His mouth quirks, but not enough to bring those smile lines back to life.
I tilt my head and graze my teeth along his jawline. “Or interesting facts.”
His eyes are still filled with far too much serious for my liking.
“Or even any words at all.” I shimmy down his legs and press a trail of kisses down the middle of his chest until I reach his abs and the intricate lines that live there before lifting my gaze back to his face.
His lips part, his tongue sliding over the bottom one when I run my hands up over his thighs. His eyes glaze as they flick to my mouth.
I smile my version of sweetly and move to kneel between his legs, that needy pulsing kicking off in my core when his cock hardens, long and thick, and I haven’t even touched him yet. I shift forward and wrap my fingers around the base. I’m rewarded with a rough curse. Another vibrates from his throat when I dip to swirl my tongue around its smooth head. I take him deep. So deep my eyes water. It’s worth it though. The muscles in his thighs jump, and his fingers sink into my hair, guiding me back until only the tip of him rests between my lips.
There’s nothing but lust in the depth of his eyes now. Good. Better. Much better.
My tummy tightens at the hiss that escapes him when I sink back down. The thrill of making him shudder is enough to flair goose-pimples over my skin. His fingers tighten in my hair and his guiding turns less gentle, his hips shifting less carefully. I moan my approval and work my hand up to meet my mouth, then sink down again.
“Fuck, Stan.”
His rough voice has my back arching with a deliciously needy ache. I slide my free hand down between my legs and press my fingers to stem the pulsing, still sucking, still taking him deep with every thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, that’s ... fuck...” He shifts on the bed and my gaze flicks up to his face. His attention has moved from my mouth, to where my hand is between my legs.
I suck harder and sink deeper. Circle my fingers faster, my attention one hundred percent on his face as he watches me.
His abs tense and his mouth goes slack, but he doesn’t look away even as his hips jerk faster.
He’s close. A shiver rips up my spine. So am I. Our movements grow quick and careless and chaotic until his whole body goes rigid and his fingers sink into my hair, as he growls out his release making me jerk against my fingers, giving in to my own.
He’s still breathing hard when I flop down onto the bed beside him, the front of his hair flattened forward almost into his eyes.
“You...” A smirk lifts the side of his mouth, and a little of that sparkle seems to have returned.
“I?” I stretch my arms above my head, my chest still lifting and falling dramatically the delicious aftershocks still working their magic.
“...are good.”
“I know.”
