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“So beautiful,” he says, wonder in his voice.
His finger is long and mighty. He twists it inside me, then before I need to instruct him, he adds a second finger.
He moves his other hand over my body, as if to calm me. But I’m already floating on a cloud. He plays with my hair, he massages my shoulders, he traces his finger along the curve of my spine, finding a fascination with the dip of my waist, as if he’s a sculpturer who wants to carve his muse into stone, and wants to memorize every precise angle, because nothing else will do.
He spreads his two fingers apart, stretching me open. His cock bulges against me, hot and throbbing, and soon he’ll be inside me.
“You can put it in,” I say.
“Shhh...” He curves one of his fingers, and delicious tension shoots through me.
“Was that your—?”
“Yeah. It was.” I smile into the covers as Luke continues to play with my bottom, moving against my prostrate.
My toes curl and it’s all I can do to not hump against him. Then Luke adds a third finger. He pushes in and out of me, and I am loose and his.
Finally, he scoops me up and places me beside him.
“I think you’re ready,” he says, beaming at me.
I beam back. “I think I’m ready too.”
“How do you want to do this?” I ask. “Do you want me on all fours?”
“I want to see your face.”
It’s achingly romantic, if what was happening between us was romantic. If his tender endearments and the way he takes care of me were anything but the gentle acts of a good man.
“Lie down,” I say instead.
His eyes flare, and I know he was imagining some sort to missionary move where he does all the work. And that’s totally cool, but I want to do something for him now.
He scoots down, his head moving from the headboard to the pillow. I straddle him, my cock pointing up. His eyes dip to it, and he licks his lips automatically.
I smile. Maybe he does like every part of me. My parts aren’t something he’ll put up with because it’s what’s inside that counts. No, he finds me attractive.
He reaches for my cock. “May I?”
“Of course.”
His eyes shimmer, and for some reason he’s gazing at me in wonder, like I’m a prized art piece in a museum, the reason why he’s there at all.
CHAPTER FORTY
Luke
Sebastian looms above me. He straddles me, his cock surging upward, hard and pink and perfect.
He takes my cock with his hand and places it against his entrance. He adjusts the position, the shift of his bottom over my head making my cock jump with want.
It’s not going to work.
I’m too big.
But then slow heat envelopes my head. The sensation grows. Sebastian bites his lip, and his nostrils flare as he inhales.
“We don’t have to...” I say again, because we really, really don’t.
