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“No,” I whisper as I start to push in, and his tatted fingers dig into the carpet. “I’ve waited too long to ‘fuck’you.”
His lips part with a gasp as I sink into the tightest grip of muscle I’ve ever felt in my life.
Holy fuck.
“You…okay?”
His head bobs as he huffs out a breath.
His thighs tremble as he bears down around me.
“Hold on.” I slide my arm under his back, tilting his pelvis up, and push in until I fully seat myself inside him.
A sound between a wheeze and a gasp spills from his lips. My teeth graze his chin before sucking on his neck, and his body quakes. I glide my hips.
“Salem,” he moans, ruining my name for anyone else.
It has to be a kind of delirium to want someone as badly as I want him.Allof him.
I lean forward, whispering in his ear, “You run and still end up in my arms.” I thrust my hips. “Why do you think—Mm, fuck, you’re choking me. Why do you think that is? Hmm? Look at me.”
I tilt my pelvis and snap my hips. His eyes shoot open, and I kiss him as he cries out.
What I’d give to hear him cry out my name every day for the rest of my life.
The thought aches.
I fight the next wave thrumming up the inside and back of my thighs, and the one after that, swimming in his curved lashes and glazed eyes that flash wide and then shutter closed with every drive and pull of my hips.
I thrust harder.
He continues to ruin my name for every future lover.
My jaw clenches at the thought.
In every future I imagine, I only see him.
“Over five years,” I whisper against his lips, “I’ve dreamt of you.”
I tunnel deeper, memorizing the velvet squeeze of him.
Ofboring days with you, gasps, moans, and cries in the middle of the night, and again in the morning.
“Why do you run?” I ask as I pull out to the tip and then thunder back in.
“Fuck!” he chokes out as his fingers dig into my back.
“S’okay.” I grunt. “You run and still end up on my dick.”
“Ngh.” He spasms around me.
“So run, Blue.” I squeeze my hand around his thick cock and stroke.
His abs contract, thighs press against my obliques, and his chin tilts up as the first shot of his cum hits my stomach. He convulses under me, crying out against my lips.
When the next wave crests, I let go, shuddering inside him.
CHAPTER 25
