Page 72 of How to Deal

Easing back down his body, he holds the base of his dick with one hand, the other resting behind his head again.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Wrapping my hand around him, I bring my lips to the tip again before taking a long lick from the base to tip, leaving him gasping when I make another dawdling circle around the head.

I take it slow at first, but then before long, I’m taking him all the way in my mouth with more enthusiasm.

Tathan bucks his hips to meet my movements, his left hand moving from himself tothreadinmy hair, giving me a gentle coax to continue.

The noises that slip past his lips are ones I never knew I needed to hear. They will forever be engrained in my head now. It’smemaking him feel like this, making him utter sounds of unadulterated pleasure.

Just about the time I know he probably feels my spit on his balls, he’s stopping me.

With an agonized growl, he pulls me up by toward his chest. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

“Isn’t that the point?” I laugh. His arms wrap around my lower back and then move to my ass where he gives me a squeeze, then rolls ussohe’s pressing between the wetness of my thighs.

“No. I’m dying to get inside of you whenyou’ll rememberit’s me.” He says, capturing my rapt attention with every word.

I’m dying too.

“Do you have protection?” I ask when I realize he’s moments away from entering me.

Tathan nods. “I’ll be right back.” He removes himself from me and walks down the hall. I sit up on my elbows and watchhimhead to the bathroom. His tight, strong body stands tall, the lean muscles of his stomach flexing as he walks toward me.

He crawls up my body, spreading my legs with his knees, each one of his hands beside my head.

“Jesus Christ, you’re—” I put my fingertips to his lips.

“Don’t say that. Every guy says you’re beautiful or sexy. That’s not you.”

“I was going to say wet,” he murmurs, settling between my very open and ready legs.

I laugh, tracing his lips with my fingers. “Wow. Original.”

Why the hell are we talking? We’re supposed to be fucking.

Capturing his mouth again, talking ceases, and I let out a moan that reaches pornographic levels. He’s doing the same, barely able to breathe and instead, starts grunting and nipping my skin like an animal.

His face moves from my neck, and he looks into my eyes.

He watches me and then looks at the nightstand, stalling. “Should we play some Elvis?”

“Why are you talking? What’s wrong with you?”

“Nervous?” It’s like he’s asking me. Silly.

“Are you really?”

“No. Not really, just messing with you.” There’s an entertaining shake to his head as his mouth curves into a smile when he pushes forward, his dick pressing deeplyinsideme. “That’s it, baby.” His voice sends my body into shivers, full-on shivers like I’m freezing, only it’s because at last, he’s inside me, and I’m going to remember this.

I want to scream out in pleasure again, but I hold back and press my mouth to his. I hang on to him anywhere I can. It’s as though we’re both struggling to gain some sort of composure, but we have none. His body trembles during the first few moments, struggling to gain rhythm maybe, but when his head buries in my neck, I know he feels it too.

Moving his lips along my jaw, with a low groan, he pulls my face to his, pressing his lips against mine for a gentle kiss that has the makings of being storybook-worthy.

Only he can’t make it be romantic. Frustration shakes him, and his tongue plunges deep into my mouth, his hips thrusting with steady force against mine, our skin slapping together.

He clenches his jaw as he bucks his hips, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Jesus.”

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