Page 50 of Only You
I cup his cheek with my hand and stroke his cheek with my thumb. “Remy, this isn’t a tit for tat sort of thing. I’m not doing you some sort of favor, letting you fuck me—you’re...” I pause for a minute and then grimace briefly about what I’m about to say because I’ve never used the term before. Always thought it was kind of corny—but it’s starting to make sense to me now. “We’regoing to make love, and no matter how we do it, it’s going to be for both of us. Every single time.”
“I love you,” he breathes, and it nearly steals my breath from my lungs, making me gasp.
“Show me,” I say, leaning in to kiss him hard, grabbing the back of his neck and holding him there.
Yeah, I’m nervous—a little—but it’s a strange thing with Remy. No matter how scared I may be, it all feels okay as long as it’s him and me together. And I know I want this.
NINETEEN
Show me.
His words reverberate through me as I try to keep my trembling to a minimum.
He can’t possibly want this, right?
Never in a million years did I think Tatum Luck would want me in any sort of romantic way, but now he wants me inside him? Not just my fingers but my dick too?
It’s almost too much to comprehend. But from the way he’s looking at me—the sweet words he’s saying to me—I believe him. He wants this. And not some sort of trying to get me to let him fuck me. There’s no trick here.
He wants this because he wants this, and he isn’t pushing me for anything else. This beautiful man I love.
I can’t believe I finally said the words to him. And though he didn’t say them back, I feel it. I know he loves me.
I’ve never felt so loved.
He kisses me sweetly and lifts my shirt off my body. Taking his time, even though I can see how badly he wants this. His cock is hard, red at the tip and leaking. His balls are full and heavy, but he doesn’t rush anything.
He strips me slowly, kissing me hard and then soft. Kissing down my body and driving me crazy with need. I think about taking his dick inside me—something I’ve never even entertained. Not because I don’t think I’ll like it, but because I never wanted to give anyone that much control over me—that much trust.
But with Tatum—I think if it’s something he wants someday, it’s something I want too.
But for now, I’m going to focus on him. I want to make this good for him. I want to blow his mind. He’s still worshipping my body, but I need this to be about him, so I gently push on his chest and get him to lie on his back, so I can take over.
My lips drag over his body, relishing in the sweet way he shivers as I lick and suck on his nipples and then drag my tongue over every dip of defined muscle. When I reach his cock, I don’t ignore it. I lick along his shaft to his tip, suckling and teasing, going down to his full balls and sucking each one into my mouth, making him groan and plead.
But I’m not done yet. I move between his legs, bracing each foot flat on the bed and bending his knees, studying his pretty pink, puckered hole. “I can’t believe you’re going to let me in here,” I say, kissing his entrance.
“Oh, holy fuck. Hopefully sooner rather than later,” he pants.
“You want my dick inside you, Tatum? Stretching out this pretty hole?” I move my hand up his thigh slowly, then brush over his hole with the tip of my finger, teasing his nerve endings.
“Yes.” He sounds pretty damn sure, which gives me the confidence to keep going.
“What about my tongue?”
“What?” He sounds confused—not turned off or upset, but like his thoughts are full of lust and he can’t get enough.
I lick around his pucker slowly, teasing him. “My tongue, Tatum. Do you want my tongue?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” he says, his body shuddering.
I don’t waste any more time after that. I go in, licking into him slowly and taking my time to taste him. To feel him from the inside. I kiss him like I would his mouth—delving in deep and listening to him whimper.
I have to keep myself from humping against the bed, my body so turned-on, it’s begging for relief already. This is Tatum. My Tatum. This is happening. It’s all so surreal.
I notice his hand has gone to his cock, shuttling up and down, his cries of pleasure growing louder, and even though I don’t want to pull away, I force myself to do just that. Grabbing his hand and pulling it off his cock. “Mine,” I say, looking up at him.
His eyes are glazed over, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches me.
