Page 91 of Tameron

I peeled it away and dropped it on the floor.

He wet his lips with a round swipe of his tongue. “You, uh…you like following orders?”

I didn’t. Not normally. “When they come from you, I think maybe I might.”

His breath trembled on his exhale, and then he stepped closer. “We can play around with that idea later, yeah.”

I ran a finger down the front of his shirt. There was something to be said about standing there entirely naked and vulnerable for Tameron while he was not only fully clothed but feeling a bit bossy. Who knew that was a thing for me?

But then again, I’d also never really been in love before.

Looked like Tameron wasn’t the only man who would be having firsts in this relationship, and somehow, that made me feel better.

“How do you want me?” I asked in the heavy silence.

“On the bed, face down, knees under you.”

“Ass up?”

He grinned even as his face flushed. “Yes.”

I had a feeling I knew where this was going. We’d done plenty—fingers, face fucking, and shooting my load deep inside him as I watched him fall apart. But there were other places we could put our mouths, and I knew that was probably what he had planned.

My stomach clenched, my dick kicking in anticipation as I turned away from him and set one knee on the bed. Then I paused and twisted slightly. ‘Naked-you also?’

His cheek went concave as he bit them from the inside, and then he nodded. ‘Yes. Can I…?’ He hesitated. It was clear he was still working on his dirty talk lexicon.

‘Fuck me?’ That one he knew.

His ears went bright red, but his jaw tightened in determination, and he nodded. ‘Please. After,’ he added.

I tried not to smile. ‘Yes. Anything you want.’

“That might be a dangerous promise,” he warned me aloud.

Turning, I gripped him by the hips and dragged him up against me. “Anything,” I said, my voice low, deep, and pointed, “you want.”

He sucked in a breath, then kissed me quickly but firmly before pushing me away. “Knees. Um…please,” he added.

I grinned. I couldn’t help it. Turning away, I pressed both hands to the mattress and then crawled toward the pillows and hugged one to my chest. I spread my knees slightly, then leaned forward until my spine found a comfortable spot to relax.

“Good,” I heard him murmur. “Fuck, you look so good.”

I wasn’t sure if he’d intended for me to hear that, so I stayed silent. I could hear him rustling in the drawer, felt a few things drop to the bed, and then the unmistakable sound of him undressing.

His jeans hit the floor with a heavy thud, then his shirt. A moment passed that felt like a short eternity, and then his hands pressed to my hips. They were rough and warm as he slid them down the outsides of my thighs, and my stomach jumped as he fit himself into the space I’d left with my feet.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, this time louder.

I had no idea what to say to that. I knew I was good-looking. I never had trouble hooking up. That wasn’t what people tended to avoid about me. It was, well, everything else. Everything that made me who I am.

Everything that Tameron, apparently, had fallen in love with. That was what mattered.

But I did enjoy the fact that he found me good-looking. “Thank you.”

He rewarded my answer with a kiss to the base of my spine, but instead of lifting off me after that, he dragged his lips lower. He kissed over my hip—the right first, then the left. His fingers dug into the globes of my ass and he jiggled them slightly, then tugged them apart.

Cool air hit me, making my breath catch, and then there was stillness. I could tell he was looking, and I let him. He could do this for as long as he wanted. A tentative finger brushed down the crack, circling the hole before grazing downward. His palm caught my balls and he cupped them, rolling them gently just the way I liked.

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