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“Is that a good thing?”

“It’ssoa good thing.”

I peer down and see his cock growing, the curve now becoming something else, something hard and wanting. Something I want to touch.

“I want to kiss you,” he murmurs, and I let out a breath.

“You can kiss me anytime you want.”

“Just…if I kiss you, Avery…you can’t fucking leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not going to lose you too.”

Before I can ask what he means, his legs are on the bed, straddling me, his ass sinking onto my lap. Holy shit, Dean Hayes is on my lap. His hands tuck into my hair, holding my head and he lets out another long breath.

“I watched some porn.”

“Did you?”

“I did.”

“Did you like it?”

“I did. I want to know how to do these things with you.”

“I can show you. I can show you anything you want to know.”

“Fuck, that mouth. The things I’ve dreamed about doing to it,” he murmurs as his nose brushes against mine.

“Yes,” I moan as his lips move against mine, a mere stroke, but it has me arching into it, wanting to let him take the lead, but also feeling incredibly greedy. I want more. I never want this to stop.

He nibbles at my top lip, tasting me, trying me out, taking me for a test ride. And I let him.

I’ll let him all night long.

He pulls away, our eyes clashing, and I feel his warm breath on my mouth.

“You okay?” I ask, and his lashes flutter.

“Yeah…you taste so fucking good.”

His lips descend onto mine once more, and I clutch onto him, not wanting us to part. Fuck slow, indeed.

His fingers dig into my scalp as his tongue pushes between my lips. Warm like hot chocolate, sweet and unsure. I meet his thrust, tasting him back, letting our tongues swirl as we lick into each other’s mouths.

It’s sweet and sensual and absolutely perfect. The best first kiss of my life. What’s he thinking? Is this good for him?

The way he’s grunting little needy moans makes me think he does. He likes it, likes kissing me.

Oh fuck yes, I think as my hands move from his shoulders to around his back, tugging him into me further. His muscles ripple against mypalms, a beautiful shiver that sets me alight. He’s panting, his moans shifting into groans as his hard cock meets mine.

And then we’re grinding against each other, desperate thrusts as we hold each other, our lips never separating as we kiss. It’s carnal and needy, overwhelming to my senses.

Dean’s teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I gasp, arching my hips up, seeking friction on the part of me that needs it. He must sense it, must know what I want because his hand snakes between us, the heel of his palm rubbing against my stiff length.

I moan and grip him tighter, loving the feel of his hands on me. He can touch me anywhere and I’ll want it.

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