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Keeping his hands on me, he stood and guided me to the bed. “Lie down, Ade. I’ve got you.”
I snuggled close when he lay down beside me, resting a protective arm across my chest.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
“You’d better.”
He propped himself on an elbow and brushed his lips over mine before settling into a real kiss. When his tongue nudged at my lips, I opened for him. I tasted myself, something I’d never been wild about, yet now it seemed perfect.
Eventually, he pulled away, but we didn’t move. The weight of his arm grounded me as I stared at the ceiling, still dazed. Warmth spread through, a fever I didn’t want to end.
His voice was thick when he spoke. “That was the biggest load anyone’s ever fed me.”
I turned my head enough to see him. “It was the biggest load I’ve ever shot. Jesus, I needed that so much.”
He grinned. “Glad you liked it, babe. I’ve dreamed about doing that for years.”
Babe.My chest tightened, but not in a bad way. Had he called mebabebefore? I thought so, but it felt different now. My eyes burned, and I blinked to hold the tears back.
“You’re amazing, Logan. No one’s ever made me feel like this.”
“I’m glad I could do it for you.”
“Give me a minute?” My voice was rougher than before. “Then I want to blow you. I won’t be able to do what you did, but I want to taste you, make you feel as good as I can.”
He kissed my nose. “I’ve never turned down a blow job, so go for it. If it’s too much too soon, we’ll do something else.”
“I want this.” I pulled a finger across his chest. “Just need to catch my breath.”
LOGAN
Riley fell asleep, which didn’t surprise me since his orgasm had hit like a freight train. He’d been beautiful with his flushed cheeks, gasping breaths, and his entire body trembling while I held him in my mouth. At thirty-five, I’d had my share of hookups and short-term boyfriends. Some were great and others forgettable, but none had ever made me feel what Riles did just by coming hard.
Had he been with anyone since LA? I’d figured he probably had, but now I wasn’t so sure. It didn’t matter. He’d obviously needed sexual release, and I’d been the lucky one who gave it to him.
I hadn’t touched anyone else since California because I didn’t want to. Guys I might’ve asked out in the past didn’t even register now. Dinner or an afternoon together would be pointless because I’d only spend the time thinking about Riley.
Before sleep tugged me under, I looked at him. His skin was still flushed, with his lashes dark against his cheeks. At least for tonight, he was mine, and I was thrilled about that.
A pleasant weight was pressing me down when I woke. Sweat, sex, and Ade’s cologne filled the air, and he was kissing me. His tongue slid into my mouth, slick and warm, and I sucked it while he ground against me. We were both hard and moaning. Another minute of that and I’d blow.
Too soon, he pulled away and lifted his head. “Hey, handsome. You looked so good, I couldn’t resist.”
“This is hot,” I said. “Like you’re manhandling me.”
He grinned. “Do you want me to manhandle you?”
“Do anything you like. I’m all yours.”
“In that case…” He rolled to the side and tapped my thigh. “Spread your legs.”
He crawled between them and stared at my cock. “You’re so fucking big, and I love how veiny you are.” He traced a fingeralong my shaft. “This is one rugged cock. There’s no other way to describe him.”
I snorted. “You’ve always been a smooth talker.”
“Only telling the truth.” He still hadn’t looked away from my dick. “There’s a lot of precum. I want to taste it.”
I gave him what I hoped was an encouraging hum, and when he lowered his head and flicked out his tongue, the contact sent a jolt of excitement through me. I arched up off the mattress. “Christ! Fuck, Ade.”
