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He jerked in my hold, laughing.
A grin flashed over my face, but I moved on from that part of him for his ankles. Calves. The back of his knee.
And still, our gazes remained locked, a deep intimacy from years of unrequited love connecting us. Fulfillment finally hovered on the horizon, and I wouldn’t stop until he rested in my arms, right where he was meant to be.
Chapter 32
Chaz
Jamie took his sweet ass time mapping out my body, his tongue and mouth tasting every inch of me except for where I needed him most.
Worry of what was yet left unsaid lay at the back of my mind, but I selfishly needed this from him. If he hated me afterward, I would find a way to live with the heartache. Fuck knew I’d become a goddamn pro at that shit.
Pre-cum leaked from my throbbing dick onto my belly, twitches jerking it on occasion, but I kept my hands fisted at my sides, focused on his gorgeous face as he teased the living hell out of me. He nuzzled my drawn-up balls, gently tugging them down before loving on my left leg like he had the right. At least he didn’t bother with my foot. Didn’t like that shit.
He bit my hip and nosed upward, ignoring my throbbing cock, humming while tonguing my navel that had a smeared mess of pre-cum all the fuck over it. His scruffy chin slid back and forth over the top half of my dick, driving me fuckinginsane.
“Jamie.” I grabbed hold of his head, trying to push him where I needed him, but he chuckled and grabbed my wrists to press them onto the mattress.
A shudder ripped through me over how he could easily dominate me if he wanted to.
“Let me,” he murmured.
Fuck. Yes.
I nodded, losing myself in his dark blue eyes overblown by black pupils and lust. He’d never been more beautiful. Stunningly gorgeous, lips red and slick, cheeks flushed.
Holding my gaze, he licked up the back of my dick, and I jolted, hissing as he continued over my abs, my sternum, and detoured for my right pec. Teeth made an appearance, and I cursed as he grazed them over my nipple before suckling hard.
“Jesus—you’re killing me.”
“Mmm,” he hummed, an agreement or his pleasure I couldn’t be sure.
He returned to my mouth, tongue greedy for mine, and I wrapped my body around his, clutching at him with grasping hands and heels. He wasn’t close enough. Needed more.
“Lose the pants,” I ordered, desperate to have his skin on mine.
He nipped my lower lip and backed off, leaving me alone and cold, but the sight of his complete nudity sent heat rushing through me.
The man was divine. Perfectly proportioned with muscles rippling from his neck to his calves. Rippling abs. Mouthwatering V. Uncut cock flushed and hard as granite, his pelvis shaved and smooth, balls already tight against his groin.
Even though I’d yet to have him inside me, I hadn’t lied about his magical dick. Wanted that part of him splitting me open and making itself right at home where it belonged.
“Give it to me,” I heard myself rasp.
“Gladly.” Jamie crawled between my thighs and lifted the backs of my knees as close to my chest as they would go. I grabbed hold where he did, spreading myself wide. Zero trace ofembarrassment slid over me at being completely bared to him. The part of me no one had seen or touched other than myself lay directly in his line of sight.
His stare finally slid off my face, and my hole clenched as his gaze roamed over me.
I wasn’t groomed like he was. Hadn’t even considered taking clippers let alone a razor to my junk.
Jamie didn’t seem to mind. Heat poured from his gaze, his fingertips trailing lightly over my taint. “So hot,” he murmured and stretched out onto his belly. He nosed up my crack to my balls, sniffing and moaning.
“Jesus, Jamie,” I gasped, on the verge of laughing and yet turned on as fuck at the same time.
“Smell so fucking good. Gonna eat you alive.”
Fire raced through my veins, searing my skin.
