Page 58 of Bi-Partisan

“You don’t need to apologize,” I tell him, which is exactly what I said when he tried to apologize during our first night together. “Do you want to tell me why you’re nervous?”

“I guess I just want it to be good for you, but I’ve never done this before,” he murmurs.

“Baby,” I say, before sliding my hand into his hair.

His breath hitches slightly, and I can’t help the satisfaction I feel. At least I’m not the only one who’s weak for a pet name.

“It’s already been good for me,” I continue, pulling him in for a kiss. “You’ve been so good to me.”

His breath hitches again, and he surges forward to kiss me again.

With him distracted, I grab the condom and rip it open. “Now it’s your turn. I want you to feel good. I want to make you feel as incredible as I do right now.”

He nods furiously. “God, darlin’, you—”

“May I?” I ask, reaching between us to grip his neglected cock.

“Yes,” he whispers, his eyes fluttering shut as I stroke him a few times.

Carefully, I roll the condom down his length, then coat it in a layer of lube to be safe. I wipe my hand off on the hand towel as he positions himself at my entrance. “Ready?” I ask as I rest my hand on his lower back, ready to guide his pace.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” he tries to tease. I give him a leveled look, and he laughs nervously. “Yeah, just let me know if—”

“I will,” I promise before pressing gently on his lower back.

He presses in slowly, and although he did a thorough job prepping me and this is far from my first time, I still gasp. His hips halt for a moment as he scans my face for discomfort.

“Keep going,” I breathe, wrapping my other arm around his shoulders to pull him closer.

He nods, dropping to his elbows as he works his way deeper. With a low groan, he brings his forehead to rest against mine. “Fuck, darlin’, you feel unreal.”

A breathless laugh escapes my lips. “Likewise, baby.”

And I’m not even saying it to indulge his praise kink—although the way his cheeks flush at the compliment is always a sight to see. He really does feel incredible. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want this man, but I also don’t think sex has ever been quite this good with anyone else, either. With every slight move of his hips, sparks dance up my spine. My skin tingles wherever his hands touch—my waist, my thighs as he repositions my legs to get a better angle. I can’t get enough. And I’m so keyed up, it doesn’t take long before I’m barreling toward an orgasm.

I arch my back, and a particularly well-aimed thrust tears a whine from my throat. “Fuck, right there.”

He lets out his own soft whine and mouths at my neck. “You are so fucking beautiful. God, I can’t believe how lucky I am that I get to have you like this.”

A shudder runs through me, and I dig my fingers into his back. Well, fuck. Maybe he isn’t the only one who responds to praise. I never have before, but then again, I’ve never been with anyone that makes me feel as safe and treasured as Jamie does. Maybe that’s it—the intimacy, not the praise. Either way, it propels me that much closer to the edge.

My breath hitches as he nips at my neck. “I’m close.”

He hums and kisses his way to my lips. “Me, too,” he murmurs. Then, his hand is smoothing down my chest and wrapping around my dick. “Go ahead. I’ve got you.”

That and a few strokes are all it takes to pull my orgasm from me. My vision almost goes white as I come with a soft cry, spilling over his hand. His lips seal over mine as he works me through it, attempting to maintain the pace of his thrusts and his hand. But then his movements become more uncoordinated—his hand more clumsy, his hips erratic.

After a few moments, my pleasure gives way to oversensitivity, so I gently bat his hand away. His hips still, but I wrap my legs around him to encourage him to keep going.

“Adrian—”

God, he sounds wrecked.

“It’s okay, baby,” I say, cupping his cheek. “Let go for me.”

He lets out a shuddered breath, then pumps his hips two, three more times before he spills into the condom with a soft moan.

I surge up to capture the sound with my lips. The kiss is messy—more teeth and panting into each other’s mouths than actual kissing. But after a few seconds, it turns soft as he comes down from his orgasm. His hand covers mine where it rests on his cheek, and he holds it in place as he turns his head to press a kiss to my palm.

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