Page 64 of Tell Me Again

“Because you didn’t take them off yet,” I reply cheekily.

“Ahh, that’s... a problem.” He growls, or at least that’s what it sounds like, and his hands slide down under my pants until he’s gripping my ass, pulling me closer to him. His voice is low and husky as he whispers, “But we can fix it.”

“Mm-hmm” is all I can manage because I’m hotter now, and his chest is pressed against mine, and damn, he’s all muscle. I start to kiss lower on his neck, but he’s suddenly slipping my pants down, his hands burning a trail down the outsides of my legs.

I hear his sharp intake of breath as I step out of my pants. He’s crouching, looking up at me, and his hands are on my knees, his thumbs rubbing gently along my skin. And now up a little higher, but along my inner thighs. Shit, that’s—that’s so good.

“God, god, Coop.”

“Hmm? You like this?” His thumbs press into me more firmly.

“I’m—I’m almost sad you have to ask,” I say, copying his words from earlier. God, I’m hard. Harder. And I want his touch like I’ve never wanted anything before.

“I didn’t have to,” he murmurs.

Holy shit, when did he move? His breath is hot on my thigh now, just below his hand. And he’s kissing me. And god, that’s sensitive.

He continues, “I just wanted to hear your sexy voice. Your fucking sexy voice.”

His fingers tease up and under the edges of my boxer briefs now, and his—god, his mouth and tongue are right there too. I feel myself throb and twitch with want, and I groan.

“God, it’s so good.”

“It’ll get better. Much fucking better.”

He stands up slowly, kissing and licking his way up my chest. His hands linger right where they were, at the bottom edge of my briefs, still teasing me. God, I don’t know how much more I can take. My knees are shaking as his mouth reaches my throat, and he stops and sucks gently as he lets his hands move now, drifting upward but carefully avoiding where I want—need—him to touch me most.

“Ahh, you—you’re—” I can’t even finish my thought. Instead, I reach up to cup his cheeks and then draw him up to me the rest of the way. Our lips meet again, and at the same time, one of his hands strokes slowly up my throbbing shaft. And I’m almost coming apart right then. I think I cry out his name, and then he backs off a bit, his lips brushing along my cheek.

He’s whispering in my ear now. “Shh, it’s okay, shh.” But then he does it again—his hand grips around my base as much as he can through my briefs, and he strokes upward. God, so slow. And it’s just incredible and overwhelming. And I want more.

I cling to him as he strokes me again and again, my head buried in his shoulder and my arms wrapped around his waist.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against my cheek, and he kisses my temple.

And just when I think I’m about to come, his hand slips away, out to my hip and then up my chest. I groan a protest and straighten up, and he immediately captures my lips. His hands find my hips, and he starts to reach under my briefs, but I pull away.

“Your pants first. It’s only fair,” I say breathlessly.

“But—”

I lean in and whisper in his ear, “I want us to come together.” I unbutton his pants and then unzip them, and he whimpers a little. “We can’t do that”—I push his jeans down—“if your pants are on.”

He’s wearing these sexy black boxer briefs that are similar to mine, and after he steps out of his jeans, I’m back on him again. My hands slip around his back and down, and I grip his ass and pull his hips into mine. Both of us moan.

“Ahh, fuuuuuuck, yessssss. You feel so good,” he rasps, and then he kisses me again.

His hot tongue sweeps into my mouth as he presses into me. God, I want... his mouth to explore some other things too. The thought makes me tremble with need. But that’s for later. Because right now, I do want what I just told him. I want us to come together.

I turn us around and then push him back onto the bed. He seems surprised, but only for a second, then he grabs my hand and pulls me down on top of him.

As I let my weight settle over him, it’s like everything shifts to a slightly different pace. It’s all slow motion and pleasure and heat. Somehow, we end up scooting back until his head’s resting on a pillow and I’m straddling him, my hands on his chest. His fingers massage my ass, encouraging me as I rock against him. With a groan, he pushes his head back into the pillow, and I lower my lips to kiss his neck, needing to taste him.

Ahh, god, his skin. I love it. And I want more. I want to see and feel all of him. I push myself up onto my knees and then slip my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. His eyes are half-open, and he’s breathing hard, his thumbs now rubbing gentle circles on my thighs. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I lean over and press a kiss to his sternum. Then, I shift a little lower, and my lips trace a path down his chest, placing light kisses as I go. As I reach just above his navel, I pull down slightly on the edges of his briefs, and he moans my name.

God, it’s so incredibly sexy.

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