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I’ll get up close and personal with it in the morning, but right now, I just want to hold him, to fall asleep with him in my arms.
Tomorrow, we have tomorrow.
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Blinking my eyes open, I realize that Grey is draped over me—his head tucked into my side, his thigh over mine, his arm stretched across my stomach.
Good fucking morning to me.
I shift onto my side so I’m facing him and let my hand slide up his hip, watching as his skin breaks out in goosebumps.
My dick perks up and stretches out toward his, wanting to touch, wanting to play.
“Morning, Grey,” I say softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
It wrinkles and those eyes I’m obsessed with blink open.
“Mmm,” he growls, stretching out lazily, his dick sliding against mine and forcing a moan out of me.
“Want me to eat your ass for breakfast?” I say, and he freezes, his gaze snapping to mine.
“You just like to see me get all flustered,” he mutters, his cheeks turning a delicious shade of red. Like candy. I want to gobble him up.
“I just like telling you your options,” I say as I reach down and clutch our dicks together.
He stares at me as I stroke us lazily, the morning fog in my brain slowly dissipating with each flick of my wrist. Fuck, this feels good, the two of us pressed together like this. One day, I’m going to slide my foreskin over his cock and dock him.
I’m going to love watching that, watching him pant and whine while I release all over him.
Right now, his eyes are watching me closely, his mind moving much too fast for this early in the morning. He’s thinking too fucking hard. He pulls his lip between his teeth, worrying it a moment, and I wonder what the fuck is going on in that brain of his when he suddenly twists out of my grasp. For a moment, my heart sinks because he’s pulling away, putting an end to our lazy frot session. But then he turns onto his stomach and shifts his ass up into the air, and I almostpass the fuck out.
Oh my god, he’s offering it up to me on a proverbial platter. He wants this, he’s begging for it without words.
I scramble behind him, wasting no time. I don’t want him to change his mind or think I’m not into this. I amsointo this.
Quickly, I palm his cheeks and spread him open, stuffing my face into his crack and inhaling. He groans lowly as I stick out my tongue and lick across his hole. I do it again, loving the taste of him.
I want inside so fucking bad. I ache from needing it.
My tongue slides around the rim of him, teasing him for only a moment. And because I lack any and all patience when it comes to him, I spear him on it, making his hips jerk forward violently.
Oh hell. Nothing about him is wrong. It’s all so perfectly right.
He’s perfection.
I press my tongue in and out of him again and again, making him writhe beneath me until he’s a sweaty, sloppy mess. He’s groaning and grunting and coming completely undone.
“Need more,” he gasps as I slot my tongue inside of him and wiggle it around. He cries out, desperate for something only I can give him.
“You want my fingers?” I ask, pressing the tips of two against his loose, wet hole.
He grunts his affirmation and I fuck into him slowly, all while sucking a hickey on his ass cheek, marking him.
Mine. All fucking mine.
“Quinn,” he groans as I twist my wrist and peg his prostate. He likes that. He so fucking does because he cries out, his hands fisting the sheets, pushing back at me each time I rub against it.
And the sight, the feel, the taste of him…it makes my dick leak like a drippy faucet. Honestly, this man. This fucking man is so damn hot. I want my dick to be inside of him; I want to slide inside his wet hole and lose myself in it.
