Page 60 of Lovers Like Us
I’m honest-to-God shaking. And I can’t tell if it’s from being too wound-up,teasing overload, oranxiety.
Farrow studies my body language, his hand holding my waist protectively. “Talk to me,Maximoff.”
I rub my face a couple times. Frustrated with myself. “No more edging; I just need tocome.”
His smile stretches too far. “It felt goodthen.”
“Toogood.”
“That’s the point, wolf scout.” He leans forward and hovers over me, his earring dangling. I clutch the back of his head, and I’m about to say what I feel but I lose sight of thewords.
He reads me. “I think you’rescared.”
I think you’re right.I’m quiet, not combatting him like usual. Sex is uncomplicated for me. It feels good, and I go full-force. This feels fucking good, but it’s a level of intimacy that I couldn’t give strangers. Itried.
Ifailed.
And now, as I try to reach this place with a guy I love and trust, the last guard I’ve raised will drop. Being thatbarewith someone is fucking terrifying and exhilarating—and I want it, but can I let myself getthere?
Farrow places a kiss on my shoulder, and he asks, “Have you used any sex toysbefore?”
“Yeah, all thetime.”
His brows spike. “All thetime?”
“Sometimes,” Icorrect.
He eyes me. “You’re going to have to spell itout.”
I give him a look like he’s flown to outer space. “I likesex.”
“Noshit.”
I glare, pretty weakly. “So I’ve used dildos and prostate massagers before we got together, maybe a few times aweek.”
A satisfied smile edges across his mouth. “This is goodnews.”
I’m not following. “How?”
“You’re going to let me put a dildo inside of you,” he says casually, but I heat from head-to-toe in want. “It’s something you’re already used to, so you won’t beafraid.”
“I’m not that fucking scared,” I refutenow.
“Sure,” he says, eyeing my lips. “Just like I currently don’t have a hard-on foryou.”
“What gave you a boner then, the ceiling or the floor? No wait, let me guess, thepillows.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a smartass.” He stares at me for a long beat, almost asking me if I agree with theplan.
I nod. “Not today though.” It’ll have to happen during another hotel stop. I already told him that I’m not bottoming on the bus. I want more privacy to prepare. Heagreed.
Right now, I’m way too fucking impatient to be teased for another hour or two. I push him to his side, and I turn on mine to face him. Our mouths meet again and again, bodies grinding. Hands seizing each other, escalating an intensefriction.
Then I shift on top, and his muscular legs break apart on either side of my frame. I use lube and tease open his hole with afinger.
He mutters a pleasured curse, and after another deep kiss, I whisper, “I’m going to fuckyou.”
He seizes the back of my neck, his hot gaze narrowed into me. “Good,fuckme.”
