Page 65 of Tell Me Again

I glance up at him. “Is that a yes?”

“Ahh, fuck, yessssss. Very much yes. Please, yes.”

I laugh lightly against his skin and then kiss his stomach again before I finish undressing him. It’s almost a little scary—when his briefs are off and he’s lying there fully naked in front of me, watching as I admire him. I say that because the thing I notice first isn’t his gorgeous body—although, god, he really is perfection. No, what I notice first is the vulnerability in his eyes. And it echoes his words from earlier when he’d told me he wasn’t really ready.

He’s trusting me now.

Even though I’d hurt him so much. Even though I’d abandoned him like the stupid kid I was. Despite all that, he’s showing me he forgives me. He told me he loves me back. He wants this—he wants us.

“God, you’re incredible,” I say. And I hope he knows I don’t only mean physically.

He blinks and then looks away for a second before he sits up and reaches for me. “Now—now you. So we’re both...”

His touch is gentle and careful as he pushes me over onto my back and then slides my briefs down. And he runs his hands up my inner thighs, his eyes darkening with desire. He’s quiet, but when he licks his lips, I shiver, knowing exactly what he wants. Instead of settling over me, like I sort of expected him to, he shifts to my side and then pulls me back on top of him until I’m straddling him.

God.

I’m naked.

And on top of him.

And his hard, thick shaft twitches against mine.

I shudder and lower my forehead to his as I resist the urge to rock my hips. I want it. So much. But I think we both need a moment—at least, I know I do, and he’s lying so still, his eyes closed tightly, his hands tense on my thighs.

“Coop.” His name is all I can manage, and he groans.

“Hmm?”

I shift my weight to one arm, even though I can feel it trembling, and I reach between us and slowly wrap my fingers around both of our erections.

“Ahh, oh, god,” he says, and he moans as his hands slide up my thighs and then around to my back. “Wh-what are you—ahh, shit, that feels so good.”

I kiss him, but it’s some indistinct, breathy sort of kiss that may or may not have actually touched his lips. And at the same time, I stroke both of us. Together. Firmly but slowly.

“You said slow, right?” I whisper as I repeat the motion.

He groans. “Yeah, yeah. Fuck, that’s—god, just... just like that.”

He sucks in a breath as I stroke us both again, and then he stretches up to me. Our mouths meet this time—another of those lingering kisses that drives me closer to the edge than I already am. And his hands wander all over, still with this maddening slowness to them that’s just incredibly arousing in a way I’ve never felt before. He’s caressing my ass, then my chest, and then his hands meet at the back of my neck and pull me deeper into the kiss.

“God, don’t—don’t fucking stop,” he pleads as he breaks the kiss. He sounds vaguely out of breath, which is how I feel. I’m also on fire all over. And my heart’s racing, and there’s this fullness growing in my groin that’s some mixture of pressure and pleasure and—and shit, it feels so damn good.

I start pumping again, still keeping the pace slow, and when his hand joins mine, wrapping around both of us just below my hand, I can’t help but gasp. It’s more of the same—the fire, the fullness, the heat—but like, more more. And all I can do is moan his name and try to keep up this rhythm I started and he’s continuing that’s agonizingly, incredibly, amazingly slow and sensual in a way I’d never thought it could be. I’m moaning again and panting as my chest tightens. Everything, actually, everything is sort of tightening, and his lips are suddenly on mine again, swallowing the sounds I’m making.

He tears his lips away for just long enough to rasp “F-faster now, god, please,” and then both of us pick up the pace as he crushes his mouth to mine again. And I hope he’s as close as I am, because I’m coming very soon and I don’t want it to stop this time.

“Ahh, fuck.” He moans and pushes his head back into his pillow. “I’m—god, I’m so—oh, godddddd.”

I groan and lower my head to his shoulder as I feel his dick throb in my hand. He’s gone still underneath me, moaning something with a low, deep vibration that rumbles through his chest. God, the sound is just enough. That and him still pumping with me. Just once more and then everything that had been tight and hot seems to all burst at once into pure pleasure, rippling through me. He holds me, one arm wrapped around my back and the other still stroking my hard shaft as I come. And I think I’m moaning or crying his name or something, but it’s all so bright and the sensations are so loud and overwhelming.

God.

Holy shit.

“Fucking incredible,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my cheek.

And all I can do is nod in agreement. It was. Definitely fucking incredible.

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