Page 72 of Tell Me Again

“Very. Very good. Very fucking okay.”

He laughs lightly, and then both of his hands slide upward to rub up and down my lower back as he kisses me again, low on one ass cheek and then the other. When his hands reach my ass again, I feel the wet heat of his tongue, still not quite where I want it to be, but getting closer. His knee presses into my leg, encouraging me to give him a little more room.

And I’m fucking happy to.

One of his hands slips between my hips and the bed, and I arch just enough for his hand to close around my shaft. He strokes lightly, and at the same time, his mouth moves closer to my hole, his kisses unhurried. It’s—fuck—it’s...

“Ahh, ahh, god.” I moan something else—some nonsense, I’m sure. Then I’m pushing myself back into him and his fucking magical mouth as he finally reaches the spot I’ve been wanting him to. His tongue is hot as he licks and kisses and sucks and whatever the fuck else he’s doing.

It’s incredible. I fucking want more.

“Fuck, you’re... good. God, that’s so fucking good.”

He’s still pumping my shaft slowly, even as his tongue pushes inside me, and I moan again, panting as I try to hold myself still for him. The heat of his mouth disappears for a second.

“Do you like that?” he asks, and I can tell he’s breathing heavily too. He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he adds, “Or maybe...” He trails off, and it takes me a minute to catch up—I’m still too fucking distracted by the way he’s stroking my dick. But then I feel his lips on my back again and his fingers brushing down between my ass cheeks and then rubbing gentle circles around the outside of my hole. Gentle but with more intention now. “Maybe this?”

“Ahh, yeah. Oh god.” There are a few other words I probably say, but my body’s surging with need and want and heat, and I can’t think straight. At least I manage, “Lube. Nightstand.”

He pauses for a second before shifting off of me. I’m breathing hard, but I turn my head to watch as he opens the drawer to the nightstand and grabs a small, clear bottle. He doesn’t question it, which is good, I suppose, but he does give me a sideways grin as he closes the drawer, and I feel my face heat up and my heart beat a little faster in my chest.

Fuck, I mean—yeah, I’ve got lube. Anal play is good times, even if I’ve only ever done it alone. This is gonna be different, though. This is gonna be him touching me. And I want it. I want him. Badly.

I close my eyes as I feel him take his spot behind me again, and this time, when his fingers slide against me, they’re wet and slippery.

“Good?”

“Mm-hmm, yeah. Yeah, fucking good.”

He laughs and kisses my back. One hand’s settled on my hip and the other circles my entrance. Then he’s leaning over me, and his lips are hot on my neck. He murmurs something against me as he continues teasing my hole with his fingers.

I’m not sure what he said. Fuck, I’m suddenly not even sure what day it is. What fucking year it is. Because him touching me is more than I can take.

But he repeats himself, because I suppose it’s important enough that he needs to.

“I’ve never done this. You’ll have to tell me what you like, if I’m doing it right.”

“Mm-hmm. ’Kay. Slow.” Apparently one-word sentences are all I’m capable of?

And he laughs again. “Yeah. Slow. And lots of lube?”

“Mmm, yeah.” I inhale sharply as he touches me again, one finger easing in. “Ahh, fuuuuuuck.”

“That’s good?”

“It’s fucking good.”

Another hot breath on my neck. “Right.” And then he’s sucking just below my ear, and he pushes his finger in a little deeper, then pulls it back out, not quite all the way.

Holy fucking god. He does it again and again. Slowly. And fuck, I’m on fire. There’s this heat in my belly that’s growing like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And I’m moaning and pressing myself back into him more as he does it again.

“Ahh, good god. God. Please—please don’t stop.”

“I’m here,” he says, his voice a low, deep whisper in my ear.

And all I can think is “Fuck, yeah, you are.” But I just moan as he does something else with his finger and somehow hits just the right spot.

It’s fucking amazing.

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