Page 58 of All For You Duet


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I’m shaking with tremors from a depth I’ve never felt. A surge of sensation, pain, and pleasure whirls inside my sex to the sensitive spot he’s pounding, unrelenting to the place he’s claiming as his.

“For me, Cade.” His eyes lock on mine. “You’re all for me.”

He watches in awe how with no sound, I fall apart for him, quaking over him, every muscle contracting while I feel the tide rush over his fingers. Stars fill my vision while my pussy is pulsing so hard over his touch that I can’t move, I can’t breathe. My body seizes while I release everything I’ve held inside for him for so long, his kiss taking my gasps until I find logic and breath again.

“Fuck, look, Cade,” he says. “Look at what I can make you do now.”

His hand drips with my clear arousal. I feel it pooling under me too. He puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking the new taste of me, the well he tapped before he swears.

“Goddamn.” There’s wonder in his eyes. It matches mine; surprised he made me come like that. “Fuck, we belong together.”

He dips in for another taste, making me moan before licking his fingertips wet with my cum; he’s watching me. He’s hungry. The tent in his jeans and the strain in his eyes look agonizing.

“Can I touch you too?” I want everything with him but don’t want him to run away again. “However you want.”

He sits up and rips his T-shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor before he unbuttons his jeans and lies back beside me.

I love how tall he is. How big everything is on him—hands, feet, cock. How everything about him makes me feel safe beside him.

“Like this.” He picks up my hand and trails it down his sculpted torso. “Touch me like this, like it’s really you again, like I’ve been imagining you for so long.”

His skin is hard silk, and I remember how he likes it.

How he loves my lips on his chest, my tongue licking his nipples. It all comes back to me while I skim my fingertips from the base of his barely exposed cock to his belly button. Back and forth, all night long, I could treasure his flesh. And his smell. Vanilla and leather fill my nose while my mouth travels down his iron chest to his rock-hard abs, flinching softly at my kiss.

Damn, he’s beautiful.

I linger over his hips, covered by jeans. I know he’s commando underneath. I know what’s hidden under his jeans. But something is different for him, the way his ribs are panting.

“Can I touch it?”

“Yes,” he barely answers.

I let him do it. He pulls his jeans open, revealing the tattoo on his right hip bone. It matches the one on my left hip. Two small dorsal fins, dolphins breaking the surface side-by-side.

I trace over the primitive black lines and the memory we share.

The first time Redix was inside me, the first time we had sex at eighteen, two dolphins swam around the boat. We could hear them in the water, so we peeked over the starboard side and laughed. There they were, like we were busted… or blessed. We took it as a sign and got the tattoos the next week, permanent marks where our bodies met, where we joined and still are.

I don’t ask; it’s impulse. Pressing my lips to his flesh, I kiss his tattoo, but suddenly, he recoils. Like I touched him with a hot knife.

“Cade.” He stops me. “Touch me instead.”

He pushes down his jeans, revealing his length resting heavy on his left side. Good god, I’d forgotten how big and thick he is, how gorgeous he looks like this.

“Come up here and kiss me while you do it,” he says.

His hand guides mine over his hard shaft; its warm velvet under my clutch. Touching his thick cock again wets me even more while my lips skate over his.

“It’s okay if it’s ten seconds,” I murmur into his kiss. “We can do this all night.”

And he groans, letting me.

Three times I touch him like this.

Each one is like he’s discovering something new. Or remembering a pleasure long forgotten.

A few times, I’ve been so drunk to the point of numbness, but for Redix, for nine years, he was. How it must feel for him to be so awake again in his body after all this time. It’s like it’s our first time but without all the awkwardness. Only pure trust and raw desire are here.

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