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Adjusting myself, I rest one knee on the bed between his legs and move my hand off his leg to brace it against the mattress. Leaning forward, I press careful, loving kisses to his abdomen. The night feels infinitely long, and I’m giddy with options as I think of all the things I want to do with him. I’m going to go maddeningly slow—treat every square inch of him with reverence and care.
As I run my tongue along the grooves of his abs, I flatten my hands high on his hips and begin running them down his flanks, boxers sliding off in my wake. Following the retreat of the fabric with my mouth, I bypass his rapidly hardening cock and kiss my way toward his upper thigh. When I can’t pull them down any farther, I sit back on my heels and check in on him. He’s fully bared, boxers halfway down his legs; his eyes are heavy-lidded, mouth parted slightly as his breathing starts to quicken. When he sees me watching him, he smiles. His fingertips brush the knee I have planted near his hip.
“Go on.” He murmurs.
I step off the end of the bed and pull his underwear all the way off, tossing them in the general direction of the hamper. I’ve never seen him like this outside of the locker room, which means I’ve never allowed myself to really look. I do so now—eyes tracing over the smooth, hairless expanse of his chest and stomach, and down lower to the trim patch of pubic hair. I want to bury my nose into the crease of his hip and inhale the masculine, musky scent of him.
He squirms under my scrutiny, and I tear my gaze away, back up to his face. A blush is still coloring his cheeks. I grin at him. “Sorry. I just like to look at you.”
Crawling up the bed, I lower myself down with an elbow on each side of his head and kiss him. He leans up into the kiss, pressing his mouth hard against mine. When my chest brushes against his, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me down until I’m on top of him. I part his lips with my tongue and he groans into my mouth, hips arching off the bed against mine. There is a delicious friction against my erection, and I shamelessly rut against him, nice and slow.
“That’s nice.” He breathes against my mouth, and I smile, rocking my hips a little harder. I’m so hot for this man, I could easily come by this alone.
I nudge his chin upward with a hand and start searching for sensitive patches of skin with my tongue. I find one on his neck, near his hairline, and suck on it until he moans. When he tries to continue rolling his hips, I flatten mine against him, pinning him to the bed. I don’t want either of us coming until I’m buried inside him.
Continuing my leisurely exploration of his neck, I alternate between soft kisses and teeth. He shivers when I nip lightly at the crease where his neck meets his shoulder; I lick the spot, soothing the hurt.
“I’m going to touch you down here, okay?” I slide a hand down his side, stopping low on his hip and swiping my thumb over the crease of his groin.
“Yes. Good. Okay.” He mumbles, breathing choppy.
His hands fall away from my back as I slide down him. I’m moving so slow I might as well be going in reverse, yet Corwin’s breathing has picked up and there is a slight sheen of sweat on his skin. I lick it away, enjoying the salty taste of him. When I reach his waist once more, I keep my eyes on his face as I suck the head of his dick into my mouth. Immediately, he inhales sharply and bows his hips off the bed, pushing himself further into my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks, I let him. In fact, I enjoy the experience so much that when he lowers himself back to the mattress, I follow, deepthroating him until his tip bumps the back of my throat.
One of his hands has found my hair, and he’s carding his fingers through the strands gently, like he’s giving me a scalp massage. I keep my own hands gentle on his thighs, not wanting to hold him down if he decides to thrust upward again. Pulling back slowly, I run the tip of my tongue along the base of his penis, and start lavishing attention on the sensitive head when I get there. He makes a noise halfway between moan and sigh, and tugs carefully at my hair.
“This is going to end really quickly if you keep doing that.”
I chuckle, mouth still around him, and the vibrations have him arching off the bed again, groaning. I want him to come in my mouth; I want to swallow every drop of him and go to sleep with the taste of him still on my tongue. But Ialsowant to sink myself inside him and watch every movement of his face as he slowly unravels. Pulling off, I sit up enough that I can see his flushed, bright-eyed face.Maybe I can have both scenarios.
He looks utterly relaxed; I lean over to grab the lube and the condom, and his eyes track my arm before resettling on my face. He hasn’t tensed up that I can tell, but is lying there expectantly as though waiting for me to show him what comes next. It’s a staggering amount of trust and I feel momentarily breathless with it.
“Do you still want to do this?” I ask, and he’s already nodding before I’ve even finished the question.
“Yes. Do you?”
“Yes.” I reach down, tucking my hands underneath his knees and lifting them until his feet are flat on the bed. Stroking the pads of my fingers over his knee and down his thigh, I smile as his muscles quiver.So receptive. “I’m going to go slow with the prep. You might feel a bit of burning, and stretch, but that depends on how relaxed you are. It shouldn’t hurt, as long as you’re relaxed.”
“Okay.” He doesn’t sound nervous at all, nor does he look it.
“And there will be some pressure.” Flattening my hand, I rest it atop his knee. “You have to tell me if it bothers you or if anything is too uncomfortable, okay?”
“Okay.” He says again. I bite my lip; I’m fuckingnervous. He sits up again, one hand coming to rest atop mine and the other reaching to touch my face. “Do you want me to do something for you? I’ll do whatever you need.”
I let out a slow, painful breath. My throat is tight all of a sudden, with Corwin’s fingers touching my face and his eyes a dozen shades of blue they have no right being. It’s quite possible this night might kill me. “Don’t worry about me tonight, the only thing I need from you isyou.I just want you to relax and…”Enjoy yourself? Feel good? Fall in love with me?Is it too much to ask for all the above?
“Get off?” He fills in, helpfully, and I snort out a laugh.
“Exactly.”
“I can tell you with absolute certainty that won’t be a problem.” I laugh again and he smiles, wide and without restraint. The way my Corwin smiles. “So…how does this work? Do you want me to roll over?”
“Absolutely fucking not.” I press a hand to his pec and push him lightly back onto the bed. I’m situated between his knees now, hovering over him. He adjusts his hands so they’re cupping my ribs. “I want to see your face.”
He brightens, practically beaming at me. “Oh, good. Then I can see you, too.”
I kiss him, a quick peck that brings me in close enough to whisper a reminder. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Sitting back on my heels, I open up the condom and roll it on quickly, not wanting to worry about it later. Palming the lube, I notice that it’s both expensive and unopened. I wonder if he bought it with us in mind; warmth suffuses through my belly, dispelling some of the nerves. Breaking the seal, I pop open the lid and generously coat a finger.
