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Placing his knees more firmly on the bed, he lowers down onto an elbow. Arching my neck, I reach for his mouth, sighing when it meets mine. Soft, short kisses that are at complete odds with the desperate heat of earlier.
“I like doing it, if the person I’m with enjoys it.” He pauses to lean down and kiss me again. “And I think you’d be one who enjoys it.”
I raise my eyebrows at that. “Really? Why?”
“Because I just spent the last ten minutes doing nothing but kissing you and you’re a sweaty mess.”
I shove his shoulder. He grins, burying his face in my neck and kissing. He’s right though, I am pretty sweaty. Cupping the back of his head, I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug. He licks my jaw before pulling back far enough that I can see his face again.
“We can try rimming if you want to.”
“Ifyouwant to.” He corrects me.
“Well, it sounds like you’re the one getting the ass end of the deal here, so I feel like the decision is up to you.”
For the second time tonight, Nigel cracks up laughing. His forehead falls against the center of my chest, hair tickling my chin. He rests there for a few moments, shoulders shaking with laughter; I grin up at the ceiling, pleased with myself.
“Is it always this fun? Sex?” I ask, curious. Nigel raises his head, but closes the last few inches between us and rests his body on top of mine. I cup my hands around his hips, taking shallow breaths; he’s heavy, but I certainly don’t want him to move.
“What do you mean?”
“I guess I didn’t expect there to be this much talking and laughing.” I shrug as much as I’m able. “You know—fun.”
“Mm. There isn’t always. But we’re together, we’re not just fucking. If you were lying there silently, I’d probably be worried. The fact that you feel comfortable enough to talk and joke is a good thing.”
“So, you don’t want me to stop talking then.” I smile and he returns it.
“God no. In fact, go ahead and talk more.”
Chuckling, I graze my hands up to his ribs and back down to his thighs. I wish I could reach further. “Are yousureyou want to do the rimming thing?”
In answer, he kisses me, long and deep. Pushing himself up and off of me, he reaches over and grabs one of my pillows before sitting back on his heels. Sliding a hand between my butt and the bed, he strokes a thumb over the cheek.
“Raise your hips for a second.” He tells me. Bending my knees and planting my heels, I raise up in a half-bridge. Nigel tucks the pillow under my hips and low back, adjusting it several times before he has it where he wants it. I keep my legs bent, trying to figure out how this position is supposed to work for what he has in mind.
Wrapping his long fingers around my ankles, he gently directs my legs across the bed. Nerves begin breeding inside my stomach, and I fight the urge to fidget. He’s seen me naked a hundred times in the past, and just last night had his dick in my ass; somehow, I feel twice as vulnerable and exposed right now as I did then.
“Nigel.” His name leaves my mouth unbidden, and he meets my gaze immediately.
“Corwin.”
I stare at him. It’s laughable that he’s always telling me how attractive he thinks my face is when he looks like that; perhaps Nigel has never been introduced to a mirror. Shaking my head, I take a slow breath.
“Nothing.” He continues staring at me, brown eyes searching my face while his hands rest atop my raised knees. Eventually, he leans down and begins coasting his mouth over my inner thigh. Relaxing, I close my eyes.
He’s abandoned the meandering pace of before; I jolt when I feel the heat of his mouth near my crease, and have to force myself to unclench my thigh muscles. Nigel’s fingers are gentle as he slowly spreads me further. He doesn’t go right for my hole, as I expected, but runs his tongue over the sensitive skin behind my balls. My toes curl and I bite my bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut. He lingers there, doing barely more than coasting his lips and tongue over the area. It feels so good, several moments pass before I realize Nigel is speaking.
“Sorry.” I gasp. “What?”
“I’m going to go slow.” His words, breathed against my skin that way, make me shiver. “You let me know if you don’t like anything.”
When he blows a soft breath against my hole, I jump. I can already tell he was right; it feels good, and he hasn’t even put his mouth on me fully yet. The moment I feel his tongue touch my skin, I groan. He’s not moving, just sitting there and letting me get used to the sensation. When he does finally move, he does it as slowly as he’s done everything else tonight—licking one long line from my hole to my balls.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
His mouth leaves me for a moment, before he repeats the same motion. This time, when he travels back to my hole he switches from the flat of his tongue to the tip. Circling the rim, he does a few clockwise passes before switching direction. Without meaning to, I’ve dug my heels into the bed and lifted my hips; Nigel’s hands curl around my legs until he’s pressing down on my pelvis, keeping me in place.
He’s moving his tongue more rapidly, using the tip to trace designs over my rim. It feels fucking incredible. Every nerve ending under his mouth seems to be directly linked with my dick; I’m dangerously close to coming, and I have a feeling he’s only just gotten started. Clenching my fists in the sheets, I focus all my efforts onnotcoming.
Without warning, Nigel pushes the tip of his tongue inside me. I moan so loud I immediately flush, embarrassed. Retreating, he flattens his tongue and licks the same route as earlier, pressing his lips to my taint before traveling back where he came from. This time, when his tongue slips through my rim, he goes deeper and I don’t bother holding back my groan.I can’t believe he’s doing this.
