Page 46 of Unforgettable

Obviously pleased with my revelation, Reeve lowers his head till his mouth meets mine.

“I just want every part of you touching me,” he murmurs.

He’s always so honest in the bedroom. While he says the ball is in my court, and he needs a little warming up period to get past his shyness, he never hesitates to tell me what he wants.

We continue to kiss while I continue to stroke, my hand dipping down till I’m rolling and massaging his balls.

“Take over.”

Puzzled, he leans back to look at me “What?”

“I need to get lube and a condom, and I want to see you touch yourself.”

He complies, and I reluctantly walk away from him as he falls back on the bed, eyes closed, hand working his dick.

Returning to the floor, he senses my presence and opens his eyes. I meet his stare and without breaking my gaze, I hook my hand behind his knees, raise his legs, and spread him wide.

Watching me, he’s got one hand on his shaft, the other squeezing his sac. I drizzle lube messily over his cock and fingers, and he diligently coats himself with it.

“Let me see you use your fingers,” I demand gruffly. “Give me a show.”

He doesn’t falter, too far gone to argue with me or to feel embarrassed. My own cock pulses with need, but I don’t even dare to touch it.

I grip his ass cheeks and spread him wider, needing to touch him, needing to be closer.

Reeve slides a finger down his taint, and I watch with absolute rapture as he slips it inside his hole while continuing to stroke himself.

He moans as his digit disappears, and a strained “Fuck” slips out of my mouth.

“Another one,” I insist. “Imagine it’s my cock.”

“Oz,” he groans. “Please.”

Despite his protests, the second one follows, and he picks up the pace, relentlessly fucking himself on his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” I order, our eyes still locked on one another.

Releasing my hold on him, I lube up my own fingers. I circle his rim with the pad of my finger, creeping closer to his entrance. “Can you handle another one?” I ask, even though we both know my cock is bigger and he’s graciously taken all of that.

With his lips pursed in concentration, he nods, and I take that as my cue.

His fingers still, and I add mine, slowly gliding it past that tight ring of muscle. I feel him clench around us, and I wait, with the intention of making him beg for me to move.

My whole body is in knots. My head and my heart in complete disarray over this man, and even for just a moment, I want him to feel as tortured and twisted as he makes me feel.

I want him to know, because of him, I can’t tell my head from my toes. I don’t know what’s right or wrong anymore. And I can’t tell what’s too much or not enough.

All I know is that I want him to feel it too.

I want him to feel as crazy as I do.

“More,” he breathes out. “I need more.”

“Move with me.”

Thrusting in tandem, I reach between his legs and wrap my hand around his cock.

“Are you going to come like this?” I taunt. “I want you to.”

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