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Boxers that were now falling to the floor.
“I ...” My voice cut off as I tried to comment on the view of his erection. One I could recall the feel of quite easily, but I hadn’t been this close up, I hadn’t seen it this way. My throat turned dry ... and I was lost. Lost in the pleasure that I knew he would soon be giving me. Lost in thought of what this man—and his massive cock—was about to do to me. “Easton ... I’m ...”
“You’re ...” He chuckled as he moved over to me, naked, placing his arms on either side of me to align our faces. “About to get ravished. And I assure you, Drake. I’m very real. I proved that to you years ago and I will again.”
I swallowed, attempting to take in a breath. “You’re also perfect.”
“You can’t use my words.”
“But you are. In every way. And I meaneveryway.”
His eyes narrowed, an intensity moving through them. “Drop your feet to the floor.”
I hadn’t realized my knees were bent. That my toes were clinging to the end of the bed, like it was going to hold me up.
“You’re blocking my view of you, and after all these years, Drake, I just want to look at you.”
As my feet landed on the floor, his words simmered in my chest, his gaze reminding me of how I’d felt back then, in the stairwell, and how those emotions were even stronger now.
I nipped his thumb as it passed my front teeth and kissed it to soothe the hurt.
The grin grew across his lips, and it was so beautiful it made me ache.
Instead of replying, he placed his knee on the mattress between my legs, and as I reclined onto my back, he hovered over me. He held his weight with one arm, the other roaming my body.
His kisses weren’t slow or gentle.
They came with hunger.
Need.
The moment he pulled his mouth away from mine, he moved to my neck, kissing around my throat and down my breasts. He stalled over my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, flicking the end of it.
My back lifted off the bed as he shifted to the other side. “That feels—” As I searched for an adjective, he gave me his teeth. The sharpness. The bite. “Amazing.”
I remembered when Mr.Boston and I had phone sex and he’d taught me all about pain.
Something I’d never experienced before him.
Or after.
Until now.
Until I felt the scrape across my nipple.
Back and forth.
And with that came so many urges—the need to scream, the need to dig my nails into his skin, the need to wrap my legs around him.
I did all three.
And I instantly met the hardness of his tip as it pressed against my clit.“Ohhh,”I moaned, my head pushing into the mattress again.
He didn’t move his dick. He kept it right there, at the very top, the same place he’d licked earlier, his crown adding pressure as he kissed his way back to my lips.
“One day, very soon, we’re not going to use one of these.” He reached toward his nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a foil packet. He ripped off the corner with his teeth and aimed the rubber over the top of his shaft.
I was tempted to say we didn’t have to use one now. I was on birth control; I was sure he’d practiced safe sex in the past—at least he had with me.
