Page 73 of Tell Me Again

I’m not sure whether I can come like this—I never have when I’ve messed around myself. But this is different. And there’s still more. There’s still that thick, hot shaft of his that’s been teasing me since just as he was finishing my massage. Fuck, I want it. I want him.

I fucking hope he wants it too.

His lips press into my neck, and he shifts somehow so he’s straddling one of my legs, his hard length rubbing against my thigh. Then I feel him stretch my hole more. Two fingers maybe. It’s so good.

“Good still?”

“Mm-hmm. Yeah. I—fuck—” He hits that spot again, and my body jerks a little. “God. Oh god. Fucking good, yeah.”

His warm breath on my neck. His dick pressing against me. His fingers in my ass. So many sensations, and all so fucking new.

But when he kisses my neck again and then pushes himself up to settle over me, his other hand resting on my lower back, there’s something else too. And it’s this incredible feeling of love and belonging and warmth that spreads outward from my chest. Like it’s safe here, with him. Like everything is finally good again.

I suck in a sharp breath, and when I let it out, I’m trembling, my heart racing and my body tingling. “Can we... can westop for j-just a minute?”

He kisses my cheek, and then his fingers slip out of me. “Of course. Of course. Are you alright? I mean, is it—”

“It’s incredible. Fucking perfect.”

There’s a light laugh against my neck. Then he shifts off me, and I roll onto my side so we’re facing each other. He kisses my lips—a long, slow, lingering kiss—and then pulls back and brushes another kiss on my forehead.

We settle there together for a moment, but I can feel the slight tension in him, and I know he’s worried.

“I just needed a minute,” I explain quietly, and I feel him sort of nod against me. “And I thought we should probably, um, talk about... Ah, fuck, this is awkward.”

“What is?”

“Trying to talk about this. I’ve never, um—” I shake my head, but he just kisses my lips again gently.

“You can tell me anything,” he says.

I try to let that reassure me, but I still feel tongue-tied. He’ll probably understand though, right? God.

I still feel his touch from just moments ago—his fingers inside me, his hard length pressing against my thigh. And that pushes all the air out of my lungs. I close my eyes and reach down to stroke him through his briefs. He’s still hard, and he groans as his dick swells and twitches at my touch. I want that inside me.

“Ahh, god, Coop.”

I lean in closer until my cheek is touching his. “I want to tell you what I want, but if it’s too much or too fast, that’s okay.”

“Tell me.”

There’s a throb of desire that jolts me at his words, and I groan and shift until my hips are pressing against his, my hand still trapped between us, still stroking him firmly but slowly.

“I . . . I want you. I want you inside me. I want you to . . .”

“What—what do you want me to do?” He seems out of breath, and his hips buck slightly as I stroke him again.

But I’m still tongue-tied because this is fucking awkward. “I want you to... Shit, I’m not sure how to...” I pause and groan a little as I shift my hand to his hip. “I-I don’t want to say ‘I want you to fuck me,’ because that’s not really what—I mean, because that sounds too... crass, maybe?”

He laughs, and when I look at him, he’s grinning. He shakes his head. “Too crass? Seriously, man, have you heard yourself talk?”

“Well, I... Ahh, fuck.” Yeah, he’s got me there, but this is different.

He lets out another light laugh, and then he’s kissing me again, deeper this time. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine. I can almost feel his smile, even with my eyes still closed.

“I know what you mean,” he says quietly. His lips brush against mine again. “And, um, I’d not want to call it that either because... it’s not... just that. It’s more than just that.”

I’m glad he understands what I can’t quite say.

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