Page 42 of Starts With a Bang

“Get that thick dick inside me now,” Sven clarified. “And, yes, you’re acting dick-ish.”

I threw him a bone—not the one he wanted—and added a second finger. I alternated between pegging his prostate and massaging it. Sven’s eyes turned desperate as his dick pulsed and drooled.

“Please,” he begged.

I kissed the inside of his knee and removed my fingers from his ass. We locked gazes as I lined the head of my dick to his hole and pushed inside him. Sven’s mouth opened on a silent cry, and my breath caught in my throat. I was desperate to bury myself inside him, but he was so tight, and I refused to hurt him.

“Okay?” I rasped.

Sven shook his head. “Not enough.” He reached up and cupped my face. “Give me all of you.” And I knew he meant more than my cock.

I turned my face and kissed his palm. Then I gave him what we both wanted. I let down my defenses and sank all the way home, pausing so he could adjust to my girth.

Sven lowered his legs to my waist and crossed his ankles above my ass. “Come down here and kiss me.”

I covered his body with mine and captured his lips in a smoldering kiss. Sven, who’d probably never followed someone else’s lead a day in his life, rutted beneath me, rubbing his dickagainst my stomach and riding my cock in shallow bursts. My resistance broke. I pulled back and snapped my hips forward. Sven’s eyes rolled back in his head, and my articulate man muttered gibberish. His entire body tensed, signaling he was close to orgasm, so I pulled out and thrust back in. Harder this time. Hot cum jetted against my stomach, and my control snapped. I rutted inside Sven, milking every drop from him while chasing my orgasm. Then I buried my dick to the hilt and followed him over the edge.

Sven held my face in both hands and watched me lose myself inside him. I couldn’t close my eyes or look away. He wanted to see every raw emotion, and I gave it to him. He pulled me down on top of him when the last shudder ebbed, and we clung to one another until our breathing eased. I worried my weight was too much, but Sven tightened his legs around me every time I tried to move.

“We have to clean up sometime,” I teased. “We’ll be stuck together if we’re not careful.”

He sighed and released me. “I don’t want you to lose a single belly or chest hair on my account.”

I eased my dick out of him and rolled to his side. My legs weren’t ready to support me yet. I looked down at my torso and tried to see myself through his eyes. Any definition I used to have from playing sports or working out was gone. I struggled to believe Sven, who could have anyone he wanted, found me sexy. A niggle of doubt wormed its way into my afterglow. Kerry had said that Sven loved a project. Was that how he saw me? I closed my eyes and exhaled. Nope. Not going there.

“That heavy sigh sounded ominous,” Sven said.

I opened my eyes and met his worried gaze. “Traitorous thoughts trying to ruin this magical moment.”

“Is it so hard to believe this is real?”

“It’s becoming easier every minute.” I leaned forward and kissed his lips. “That’s what makes it scary. If this was fake, there would be nothing to risk. We could screw around and go our separate ways. But I don’t want that.”

Sven rested his hand on my cheek. “I don’t either.”

“I want the real thing with you.” Admitting it out loud was scary as hell. My heart was in my throat, even though Sven had already confessed to having deeper feelings for me.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me.” Sven kissed me with a tenderness that stole my breath. He pulled away and searched my eyes. “Believing might not come easily, but someday, you will trust me with your heart. I won’t ever let you down.”

The truth of his words shone in his steady gaze. Nothing I received for Christmas that year could top the present that Sven gave me.

Sven

Inuzzled my nose against Dom’s chest and grazed his nipple while inching my leg higher between his thighs. We’d fallen asleep in a tangle of limbs and had made no move to unravel ourselves during the night. I hadn’t known I could sleep this way. Hell, I hadn’t known I’d wanted to, but now I couldn’t imagine sleeping any other way. Or with anyone else. Why the hell had I let Dom cling to his resistance for so long? We could’ve been doing this for two years.

A low, sexy growl rumbled through the early morning silence. The hand gripping my ass tightened, and the idle fingers in my hair came alive, carding through the strands and pressing against my scalp. “You’re going to get something started.”

The sleep-roughened threat sounded more like a delicious promise to me, and I burrowed deeper into him until my leg brushed against his balls. “Should I apologize for waking you?”

Dom lazily trailed a finger along my ass crack. “I’ve been awake for a while. You make the cutest little noises when you sleep.”

I eased back and looked up at him. “Do not.”

The room was too dark for me to make out anything but Dom’s white teeth flashing in a broad grin. “Do too.”

Dom tried to soften his voice to imitate a coo and a sated sigh. It sounded like a deranged bird or a teen boy stuck in the awkward puberty phase where his voice hadn’t decided to stay high or go low. I wasn’t sure if I should be mortified or impressed. I was leaning toward the former when Dom pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“You sounded so content,” he said.

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