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“Hmm.”
“I’m going to take my clothes off.”
Despite the languid sensations his massage triggered in my limbs, I didn’t miss the words or what they meant. “Okay. Will you tell me what is okay for you?”
“Yes.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and then moved away. The bed shifted as he climbed off and when it depressed again, the warmth of his skin was against mine as he lightly straddled my ass. His cock lay against me, hot and hard.
When he didn’t comment on it, however, I just reveled in the fact he could touch me.
“This okay?” Always checking. Adoration fountained up within me.
“I like it,” I promised, then gave a slight clench of my ass to tease his cock. “How about you?”
He gave a shuddering laugh. “Tempting, Boo-Boo. I want—I want to touch you, but not have you touch me yet. Is that okay?”
Lifting my head, I twisted just enough to look over my shoulder at him. “Freddie, you can do anything you want. I trust you. If you need me to not touch you right now, I can wait.”
Anticipation coiled tightly in my stomach, and Freddie’s smile dazzled in the darkness.
“You make me think it’s all going to be okay,” he said as he rocked his hips and began to rub up against my ass. “ThatIcan be okay.”
I didn’t tell him he could be. He had to believe it for himself.
“That it’s okay to want the things with you that I want, even as—”
I held my breath as he settled his full weight against my back. The contact was overwhelming, leaving me aching for more since he was still rubbing his dick against my ass.
“Promise me something,” he whispered against my ear.
“Anything I can,” I told him, fighting every instinct to roll over and just hug him. He wanted to touch and not the other way around. The pulse of his cock was so hot against my skin, and my cunt was clenching around emptiness.
“If this is ever too much or I do something you don’t like—tell me? Doc’s gonna be kicking his own ass because he might have hurt you. I never want to hurt you, either.”
He didn’t have to tell me that. I knew it in my soul. Just as I knew Mickey hadn’t meant to hurt me, and honestly, he really hadn’t. He’d scared himself and I hated that more than anything.
“Freddie,” I said without hesitation. “Anything you want will be okay by me—but I promise. I'll tell you if I don’t like something or it makes me uncomfortable.”
The soft rub of his cheek to mine had me sighing.
“Will you promise me the same thing?”
“Yes, Boo-Boo. This feels good—just holding you.” I heard the rest of the sentence. Holding me and feeling me. Because, I craved the same thing. More contact.
Just more.
He pressed his lips in light kisses along my jaw before sliding his hand down to my hip. When he held me still and rocked against my ass, I closed my eyes. It was the most sensual torture—even more when his breath began to speed up.
“Come for me, Freddie,” I whispered. “I want to feel you come all over me.”
The first spurt hit my lower back and then my ass. Another jerked out of him as he pushed upward and it hit right between my shoulder blades.
The sound of his hand on his dick as he nudged my legs apart had me tilting my ass upward and then he came on my cunt. Not pressing into me, he traced it up and down against my labia and then down to my clit. Hot and sticky cum slid over me.
I shuddered just from the image. More from how Freddie let out little sighs. He traced his finger over the cum, then dragged it down on his fingers to push into me, and I clenched on his hand.
He fucked me gently, thrusting his fingers in to the knuckle, only pulling his hand away to gather more cum. But he kept up the rhythmic pushes, and when his thumb began to work my clit, I rocked with him.
My orgasm was right there, even as we lazily circled it, and I savored every brush of his skin on mine. How his fingers scissored or gained in force. I relished the fact that he fucked me with his hand.
