Page 84 of Unforgettable

Slowly, Reeve drags his body down mine, leaving wet kisses in his wake. Sitting on his haunches, he spreads my legs wide. They’re bent at the knee and he looks ridiculously comfortable between them.

Unhurried by his own needs, Reeve reaches for the lube he brought to the bed earlier and generously squeezes some into his hand.

He surprises me when he grabs my cock, and I hiss at the cold substance against my skin.

“Trust me?” he asks.

I nod and he continues to stroke my semi-hard cock, long and leisurely.

I feel myself thicken as Reeve reapplies the lube to his hand and then makes his way down to my sac. He rolls my balls together, massaging and squeezing them over and over before coating his fingers and running the tips of two up and down my taint.

He repeats the action, up and down, ignoring my hole. Over and over, he teases and I can feel myself clenching in anticipation. I’m undeniably hard now and wanting, but Reeve is calculated and relentless.

It’s a side of him I’ve never seen but am so turned on by.

Starting from the top, Reeve applies more lube and jerks me off. Panting, I try to buck my hips, but this only has him moving back down to my balls. Before I know it, he’s taunting me, ghosting his fingers over my taint and then repeating it all over again like a maddening ritual.

“Reeve,” I groan. “Please.”

He doesn’t say a single word but ensures his gaze is locked on mine. He watches me with so much concentration as a slick finger finally slides inside me.

“Ah fuck,” I shout.

It doesn’t feel foreign or unwelcome, because I’ve experimented with myself before, but it’s the fact that I’m sharing this with Reeve that makes everything about this different and new.

I know what a big deal it is to me. Just to trust someone with the most intimate parts of me isn’t something I’ve ever thought I would want.

Reeve adds another finger, and the intrusion burns slightly.

I can feel myself becoming more comfortable with every thrust, every part of me wanting more.

“I need you,” I say, my breathing rapid and shaky. “I need you so fucking bad.”

Rising, Reeve drags his fingers out, and the emptiness hits me immediately. I watch as he sheaths his needy, desperate-looking cock and then generously spreads lube all over it.

Spreading my legs wider, he moves to line himself up with me, the tip of his cock pressing at my entrance.

His eyes never leave mine as he slowly pushes inside, every single flicker of emotion passing through them on display for me to see.

This is so much more than sex, so much more than that first night and every time after that.

My body instinctively stretches for him. Welcoming him. Needing him.

I feel the burn as he gets deeper, pushing past the ring of muscle and sliding home.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Reeve says. “You’re so tight. I want to just live inside you.”

I want that too.

“Move,” I beg. “Please. Move.”

His hands hold on to my legs, his fingers digging into my skin as his hips rock, his cock sliding in and out of me.

Just like earlier, Reeve drives me crazy. His thrusts are hard and fast, slow and seductive. Over and over till he’s hitting my prostate and I’m sure every part of me is about to explode.

He lowers his body over mine, slamming his mouth onto mine, as he mercilessly rolls his hips.

My hands reach for his ass and I push him into me, keeping him there, while our lips move in a frenzied motion fueled by gluttony and desperation.

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