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However, the clock was running down, and I wasn’t about to stop to talk relationship logistics when I wanted this sex every bit as much as him. Eventually, we were both naked, bodies brushing as we clutched each other close, lips swollen and sensitive, breathing harsh, and pulses racing in unison.
It would be only too easy to come like this, let the soft pleasure carry me away, but if this was all we were getting, I wanted every damn thing I could squeeze out of this moment.
“There’s stuff in my bag,” I managed to pant between long, drugging kisses.
Duncan raised an eyebrow before nodding. “Whatever you want. Anything.”
Yep, he totally thought he was saying goodbye, and like the endlessly indulgent lover he was, he wanted to give me what I wanted most.
“You. I want you.” And I was exactly selfish enough to take him up on the offer. “Fuck me. Make me forget about everything except right now.”
“I can do that.” His voice was grave, and I might have worried I was taking advantage or asking for some chore, but his next kiss gave him away. He was as hungry and needy for this as I was. He kissed me like he’d be happy to make me his life’s work, like I was all he’d ever need. Lord, I wanted to be that for him, give him so much that he forgot all about goodbye.
He tasted sweet, memories of pie and waffles flitting through my brain. I might never taste sugar again without thinking of Duncan, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“Hurry.” No longer content to wait, I scrambled onto the bed as he retrieved the supplies. I took a weird pleasure in how he knew exactly which pocket of my bag to look in before he strode back to the bed, naked and proud and so damn delicious.
“Patience.” He laughed like there was no rush when we both knew otherwise. After tossing the condom and lube next to me, he stretched out lazily. But I wasn’t here for leisure and made a frustrated noise.
His hands were too gentle, and his kisses kept telling lies about having all the time in the world. I wanted so much. Everything. I wanted everything, and I lacked words to explain how I needed fast and rough before I drowned in softness and need. I pushed him to his back.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, a happy sound like he’d been wanting exactly this, me straddling him, holding his big body down.
My head went swimmy, a rush like I’d had three mimosas on an empty stomach. We both knew he had an arsenal of moves to flip me effortlessly, yet he wouldn’t. He’d let me do whatever I wanted.
In fact, he looked downright content to be at my mercy, all that power and muscle mine to use. His cheeks and chest were flushed, eyes hooded with pleasure as he gazed up at me. He wanted this, maybe even needed it, and I was only too happy to give it to him. I ground down against him, our cocks dragging, and he moaned low. He flexed his hands like he was about to reach for me, then shuddered and reached up to hook them under the headboard instead.
“Oh fuck. You are the sexiest damn thing.” I kissed him hard before straightening to look again at the erotic picture he made. He’d never let me, but I’d give a lot to have a photo of this moment, him stretched out and needy and waiting for me to deliver. Trusting. “Gonna let me ride you?”
“Fuck yes.” His eyes fluttered shut.
“Open your eyes.” I rocked against him with perfect pressure and rhythm. “I want you to see this.”
“I do.” Eyes locked on mine, he was so intent that he had to see my very core. And my heart clenched because I knew exactly what he saw. My feelings for him were never far from the surface, and now they bubbled over, raw and real. I held his gaze until my eyes burned, and I was the first to look away, fumbling to grab the lube like that might help the gnawing sensation inside me.
“I could watch you forever,” he said so softly he might have been talking to himself.
“Then watch this.” Composure somewhat recovered, I retreated to the familiar flirting that felt like a life jacket.
Duncan undoubtedly expected me to go right to fingering my ass, which was precisely why I took my time rolling on the condom and slicking up his cock. He hissed and moaned, but didn’t try to take over, didn’t try to direct. He simply laid there and took what I wanted him to take.
“You are so fucking perfect.” My tone was every bit as worshipful as his eyes.
“We both know I’m not.” He offered me a crooked grin.
