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Reaching out, I wrap my own hand around hers, tightening her grip and then slowly start to move, showing her just how I like it.“Fuck, Red,” I groan, my hips jumping from the bed, fucking into her hand. “Fuck.”
“That feel good?” she asks nervously as I let my own hand fall away and allow her to take over.
“So good,” I assure her.
She strokes me a few more times, making both my head and body want to explode.
“You’re perfect,” I blurt, watching her sitting there in her oversized nightshirt, her hair messed up from sleeping and desire darkening her eyes.
“Elliot,” she warns, hating the compliment.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Red. The only thing that would make it better would be you wearing an All Hallow’s shirt with my name across your back.”
Her breath catches at my words.
“No one wears your number,” she whispers.
Of course they do. But she doesn’t mean just anyone. She means girls.
And no, they fucking well don’t.
“It would look so fucking good on you,” I tell her.
I have no idea if it’s my words or being able to feel how much I’m enjoying what she’s doing, but it gives her a new surge of confidence.
“Where are you going?” I ask in a panic when she releases my cock and climbs from the bed.
She doesn’t answer, but I soon discover her intentions.
“Red, what are you—” I swallow my words as she drags my boxers farther down my legs and drops them to the floor.
My heart races for a whole new reason as she nudges my legs apart so she can settle between them.
“What’s wrong?” she asks when I don’t immediately move. “Don’t you want me to…”
Forcing my hesitation back down, I stare up at her.Her eyes are locked on me and before I know what I’m doing, I’m making space for her.
She has no idea. No fucking idea how much of a head fuck for me this is.
But it’s her.
It was always meant to be her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she gets it. She understands me.
We’re the fucking same.
Her fingers wrap around me again and I lose all sense of thought as her grip tightens and she works me just like I showed her to.
“Oh fuck, Abi. So good. So. Fucking. Good.”
“Yeah?” she asks, pride obvious in her expression.
“Yeah, baby. Keep doing that I’m gonna cu— Red,” I hiss when she drops lower and brushes her lips against my thigh.
It’s a move similar to what I did to her, and it makes my brain short-circuit.
The wet heat of her tongue collides with my skin, and she drags it up.
