Page 72 of Roughing It

I feel her working at the button on my jeans, and by the time the backs of her knees hit the bed, she’s got it open, and she’s working the zipper down. I want to stop her and pay worship to her body before I even begin to think about my own pleasure, but my brain stutters when she pulls my dick out from the slit in my boxer briefs and gives it a single, firm stroke.

“Fuck,” I say on the edge of a shudder.

She gives me a feral, predatory smile as she does it again, twisting her hand on the upstroke. It sends tendrils of pleasure shooting from my core, out into all four limbs, and my eyes slam shut against my will.

“Good?” she asks.

“The best. Sweetheart, you…” I don’t finish the rest of my sentence. She pushes her thumb into my slit, then swirls some of the sticky precome around my head. My forehead falls to the top of her shoulder as she strokes me with one hand, then works my jeans down with her other.

I let myself just feel it for a minute—the weight of my cock against her palm, her slender fingers gripping me tight, the motion of her elbow as she rubs me. She stops only to pull my boxer briefs down, and then her hand returns to my dick, her other one flexing against my hip before she drags it lower and cups my balls.

“Oh, darlin’,” I murmur, turning my head to smudge kisses over her lips. They’re messy and inelegant, and they feel absolutely fucking perfect.

“Need you,” she answers me.

I swallow thickly, then ease back and gently remove her hands. I kiss the tops of them, then her fingers, then her palm, before urging her to lie back. She’s a fucking vision like that—all her soft, dark olive curves a stark contrast to the light blue duvet. Her black hair has half escaped her bun and fanned out behind her, and it’s all I can do to finish undressing instead of jumping on her like some wild forest beast with no control.

And hell, maybe I will one day, because I think she’d like that.

Right now, though, it seems more important for her to know that I’m here—that I’m present and aware and I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing.

Mostly.

I don’t know the details yet, but I do know that this is forever. She is my forever. There’s no chance in hell I’m letting her go.

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