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“Killing me as in I’ve been waiting for what feels like forever for you to touch me and I can’t wait any longer.”
I wriggle under him. It might not have been nice for him—the waiting—and maybe I should feel sorrier for him than I do, since I was with Gabe most of that time, while Darwin was alone. But hearing him say he wanted me all the time we were fighting? That totally does it for me.
He groans. “The writhing is also killing me.”
I press little kisses along the seam of his lips while I open his fly and stroke him free. He releases my wrist to push his jeans down with both hands before lowering his weight on me again and pinning my wrist. He does seem to like that position.
Since it keeps me arched up against his extremely nice chest and abs, I can’t say I’m complaining, either.
His silver eyes roam my face, narrowing as I wrap my hand around his head and tug gently.
“Too much, sir?”
His eyes flare brighter than the fire. “No, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
“Yes, sir.”
His cock throbs against my palm. Hereallylikes that word.
I hold his eyes while I find a rhythm that makes his eyes narrow and burn. I’m pinned under him, pleasuring him, calling him sir, but at this moment, it feels like I have all the power. I’m the one making him groan and thrust into my palm in tight, stuttering movements like he’s trying not to but just can’t help himself because what we’re doing feels too good. His head keeps tipping back, showing me the thick, corded column of his throat. Then he jerks his head back up. He’s trying so hard to stick with the program, but I keep swamping him with pleasure.
His free hand feathers over me, brushing up my arm, teasing across the side of my breast. His touches are gentle and somehow absent-minded, like he can’t focus on anything else while I’m stroking his cock. The thought that Princely can’t multitask starts a giggle tickling at the back of my throat, but I swallow it back. I don’t want Darwin to think I’m laughingathim—even though I am a little—when he’s so intent.
The idea that he’ll be this intense, this focused, when we’re fucking kills the giggle and makes me squirm instead.
My movement makes him growl. He shifts up over me and I spread my legs because I may not have been with a lot of lads but I know that motion.
With his tip pressed against me, he freezes. His eyes search mine. “Teddy?”
I swallow. “Sir?”
“No, just talk to me. Are we doing the right thing, not waiting for Gabe?”
Fuck. He would bring that up right now.
I look up into his eyes. In my most plaintive voice, I whisper, “Diiiiiick.”
Laughing, Darwin collapses on me.
I wrap my arms around him. Do I want to stop when it seemed like I was finally going to get some D? No. But if he’s having second thoughts, I’ll respect his desire to wait. He must be so scared of fucking things up with Gabe again. I know that worry haunts me.
“I’ll still give you orgasms,” he promises, kissing along my jaw. “I won’t leave you wanting. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Same, mate.” I rub my hands up and down his back.
He tips my chin up with his and kisses down my throat. “Teddy, I’ve done so many things wrong, but I’m trying to get it right now with you and Gabe.”
I squeeze him tightly, so he knows I appreciate his effort. He kisses me for another minute, then lifts off me, kicks off his jeans, gathers me up, and carries me up into the cottage’s loft. I cling to him so it’s less awkward to carry me. Even so, Princely’s strength is impressive. I see why he wasn’t afraid of challenging Charlie to a weight-lifting contest. He’s nowhere near as heavily muscled as Charlie, but he might be just as strong.
“Fairy muscles, huh?” I ask.
He tosses me onto a big, soft bed in a billow of fluffy pillows and blankets. “Fairy stamina, too,” he growls.
“Bring it, mate.”
He does. He positions me so I’m sitting in his lap, my thighs over his, then pushes me backward into a pile of pillows. He wraps his big hands around my thighs and pulls me to him until his balls are pressed warmly between my thighs. In this position, we can touch each other freely. He shows me how much he loves sensation at his tip while he teases me with his fingers. I find that notch where his corona meets his shaft and work my fingertip in it until he’s shuddering, his thighs flexing under mine.
“Good spot?”
