Page 86 of By His Play

Wrapping his hands around my ankles, he places my feet flat on the sheets and spreads my legs wide.

“You’re beautiful,” he says quietly.

A laugh erupts from me without permission.

“What?” he asks, his brow furrowing.

“Have you seen yourself?”

“I don’t hold a candle to you,” he murmurs before placing a hand on either side of my head and ducking down to kiss me.

The moment we connect, all of my anxiety and unease falls away.

Why does this feel so right?

My hands slide up his arms until I can anchor myself around his neck.

His body folds over mine, his dick brushing against me.

I gasp as my muscles contract, desperate to have something to grip.

Our kiss goes on forever, and the emotion behind it brings tears to my eyes.

Thank God I keep them closed.

If he were to see them, it might bring this to an end.

Tomorrow, I might well regret this. But right now, I am all in.

“Kieran, please,” I beg when he finally drags his lips from mine in favor of kissing across my jaw and down my neck.

My hips lift as I search for the friction I need.

“Jesus, Luck.” He groans. “Tell me what you need.”

My eyes open and I find him staring back at me with dark, hungry eyes.

I blink a couple of times, trying to get my head on straight.

It’s really freaking hard when his erect dick is brushing up against me.

“You. Inside me.”

His eyes blaze even hotter.

“Which part of me? My fingers again? My tongue?”

Yes, yes. I’ll take both, I want to cry.

I’ll take anything at this point.

“Your dick. Please. Inside me.”

Blindly, he slides his hand across the bed, searching for the condoms he abandoned a while ago.

The instant he finds one, he lifts the packet to his mouth and rips it open.

He sits up between my legs, and finally, I let my eyes drop to take him in.

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