Page 8 of Mister Fireman

His arm wrapped around me, and he pulled me close before placing kisses against my neck. The giggle I released sounded foreign. It had been so long since I’d felt like this with a man. So carefree, so wanted, so… loved? That couldn’t have been the case.

“You wanna just lay here or watch TV?”

“It’s whatever,” was his response. “I don’t mind just laying here touching on you.”

“That’s dangerous.” I slid my hand up and down his abs and chest. He had a solid build. Muscles and rippling abs I’d been finding it difficult to keep my hands off. And I loved the tattoos on his arms and chest.

“How so?”

“I grew up in a very affectionate household. Touch is how we showed our love. I like gifts too, but physical touch is definitely my love language.”

“Good to know.” His hand caressed my stomach before sliding up my chest to my neck. He craned my neck and kissed my lips twice before releasing me. “I think service is my love language. I’m a giver and server, so that’s often what I seek from my partner.”

“That makes sense. How long have you been single?”

His mouth twisted to the side as he thought over his answer. “I’m not single.”

I sat up so quick I almost headbutted him. “The fuck do you mean you’re not single?”

His laugh would have been cute if his words hadn’t made my heart drop. “I belong to you, so I’m not single.” A comfortable smile settled on his lips after he licked them. “Lay your ass back down. Hopping up like you was about to do something.”

“I was about to throw you out if you were cheating on your woman with me.”

Dejvi chuckled a little softer this time, and this time, I joined him. “I have never cheated on a woman in my life, and I for damn sure wouldn’t start now.”

“Either way, I told you I can’t even think about a relations—”

“I said I’m yours,” he interrupted me to say. “Even if it takes some time… I can wait until you’re ready to be mine.”

Between his words and the sincerity in his eyes, mine watered. I lifted slightly to kiss him. He stretched my arms and lifted them over my head, connecting his fingers with mine. Kisses led to a slow grind of our centers against each other. Dejvi’s right hand lowered between my legs, caressing my clit. As it bloomed against him, he moaned into my mouth.

“Are you sore?” His fingers slid across my slick opening. “Can I have you again?”

“Will you be gentle?”

“So gentle.” He agreed, hovering over me and spreading my legs. His quiet tone made me laugh.

“So gentle?”

“Mhm.”

My back arched as he slowly slipped inside of me. Missionary made things different—more intimate. He wasn’t busting down my walls in the back of his dark car. He was making slow love to me. Our eyes remained locked as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My lips trembled as I pulled in a sizzling breath.

Yeah… gentle.

And long.

And deep.

And so fucking good.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered.

“Is this okay, love?”

“Yesss. It feels… so good.”

“Yeah?” He kissed my chin, then my lips.

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