Page 29 of Until We Kiss

He’sworriedabout me. I lick my lips. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll say something if not?”

“Of course.”

“You promise?”

I laugh, settling my knees on the wet tile, a spark of pain there, but it’s just what’s normal now. “Yes, I promise.”

“Okay.” A flicker of concern crosses his face. “You’re getting that tension in your hands like you do when it’s hurting you, and?—‍”

I swallow his cock. I don’t even think about it. I probably should have built it up more or something? Made it a little better for him? Licked his head a bit? But I justdo itin one fast motion, sucking him past my lips, and?—

Holy shit, I’m sucking dick.

And histaste. I sweep my tongue around his head, feeling him out. I’ve watched porn, of course. But this is nothing like that.

He’s not panting and groaning and gritting his teeth and shoving into me. He’s just… looking at me, eyes dark and intense, breath coming hard, but it’s a softer moment. It’s slower.

“Holy shit.” His eyes widen like he’s never seen me before. “You’re so damnperfect, bro.”

I still.

My brain short circuits. My mouth forgets what to do.

He just said that.

He fuckingsaidthat.

It’s not in the exact tone he used in my fantasies, but it’s close enough.

Actually, it’s better, because it’shim. It’s who he is, the way he says things. I hate that he thinks people don’t take him seriously because in my eyes, there’s no one on this earth as genuine as Carter. There’s no one I’ve met who is as authentically real.

I’m hardly moving now, just kneeling before him with a tinge of pain in my knee, and his dick in my mouth, not doing what I should be doing regarding the sucking cock thing. Everything is still except for the patter of water and the chaos in my thoughts.

His brows pinch. “Did I say something wrong?” Panic laces through his eyes. “Shit, sorry. I?—‍”

I pull off his cock and swallow the pool of saliva in my mouth. “You didn’t say anything wrong. I just… I imagined you saying things while I…‍”

He blinks. “You imagined this?”

“Um…‍” Fuck. “Just things you’d say, I guess.”

His grin starts slowly, spreading across his face until it’s this huge, effervescent light. Dimple and all. “Like what?”

Oh, shit. Okay. Well… “Things like telling me I was doing a good job?”

“You aretotallydoing a good job. What else?”

I hesitate, heat flaring over my cheeks. “I don’t know, man.”

He’s all excitement, and that releases something in my chest. I could just tell him. And he’ll listen to me. He kinda always does.

I lick my lips. “You said good things about me. Like a lot. But… you don't have to do that. You don’t need to make shit up.”

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