Page 63 of Sheltered

I waited a moment, giving myself the chance to take this in. And when I was convinced I’d finally done that, I pulled his underwear off and freed him from the confines.

He was gorgeous.

Every part of his body was utterly breathtaking.

“God, you’re handsome.”

“Thanks, baby.”

My eyes left his, moved down his body, and landed on his erection. I’d moved my body, so I was now nestled between his thighs. I licked my lips, allowed my hands to drift over his legs again, and ultimately covered him with one of my hands before I looked to him for some direction.

“Curl your fingers around me,” he urged, immediately sensing the question in my gaze.

I did as he instructed, and Blaze brought his hand to meet mine. “Now what?” I asked.

“You stroke it, pumping your fist like this,” he returned, his voice thick with emotion.

With his warm hand on top of mine, Blaze demonstrated what he needed me to do. I loved the intimacy of the moment and that both of us were doing this together.

But when I seemed to catch on and got the hang of it, Blaze removed his hand from the equation and allowed me to do it on my own. As much as I liked the both of us doing it together, I liked being the one to do it for him, because I wanted him to be able to just relax and enjoy it like he’d done for me.

Wanting to be sure that was what was happening, I asked, “Am I squeezing too tightly?”

He let out a soft laugh as a lazy smile spread across his face. “That’s not a possibility. The tighter your grip, the better it feels.”

Noting that detail, I tightened my grip, continued to stroke, and was rewarded with a deep groan. It made me feel so powerful.

“Should I go faster or slower?” I pressed, wanting to know everything I could to make sure he was satisfied.

“You can do whatever you can tolerate,” he returned. “The harder you squeeze and the faster you stroke, the quicker I’ll come. But I don’t mind if it’s slow and lazy, because it just means I get your hands on me for longer.”

After taking in those words and recognizing he’d done a lot of alternating his pace with me when he used both his hands and his mouth, I decided it would be best to provide him with the same.

“Would it help if I kissed you?”

“Harlow, I love the sight of you wearing nothing at all, but I’d love nothing more than your soft, naked body pressed against mine while you jerk my cock and kiss my mouth,” he growled.

The sound of his voice was like nothing I’d ever heard before. It was deep, gravelly, and unbelievably sexy.

It would have been impossible for me to not only give him what he wanted but to ignore how the way his voice sounded made me feel.

Even though he’d just made me come, his voice rumbled in a way I could feel it between my legs, a renewed desire for more of what I’d already had.

But I had to ignore it. He was the priority right now.

Wanting to give him everything to make this spectacular, I kept my hand on him, shifted my body out from between his thighs, and pressed my naked body against his. The moment I was there, and his arm wrapped around my back, I touched my mouth to his and put all my effort into kissing him and stroking him.

Blaze made it clear what he liked when he groaned, pressed his fingers in on my skin, or thrust his hips in rhythm with my fist.

Over and over, I continued. Even when my arm cramped, I didn’t relent. And it paid off.

Because Blaze tore his mouth from mine, closed his eyes, and growled again, “Fuck, baby, you’re going to make me come.”

God, I didn’t think I’d ever tire of hearing him like that, so caught up in us and the way I was making him feel.

I kept going.

I squeezed tighter.

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