Chapter 36 #2
“Okay?”
With a jerky nod, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I stood, picking him up as I did. His legs wrapped around me, clutching me to him. It wasn’t far to the bed, so I dropped onto it with him without taking my mouth from his.
“And quit making me stop you from running,” I said. “It’s really damn stressful.”
“I’ll try.”
That was all I could really ask for.
He tugged at my shirt, and I let him pull it over my head. When he ducked to kiss my chest, I closed my eyes.
For a minute there, I’d thought this thing was going to end. It had been the worst feeling of my life, and I knew that somehow, I needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.
I almost protested when he slid off his pants, but there was really no point. I wanted him, and if he wanted me right now, that was exactly what I’d give him.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He nodded, keeping his eyes on mine. His fingers raked all the way through my hair, and I groaned at how good it felt.
Since he was in only his briefs, I moved backward and dropped to my elbows. He arched, bringing me closer to his dick. Through the fabric, I ran my lips across the length of his shaft.
“Promise me something,” I said, lifting my gaze to his face. “You won’t keep anything from me, no matter how much you want to.”
His nostrils flared. “Okay.”
“Say it.”
“I promise I’ll tell you.”
With a nod, I jerked his briefs down to his knees.
He swore when I took him into my mouth. Just having him there made me salivate as I continued further.
With his balls in my palm, I applied gentle pressure that had his breaths coming quicker.
Feeling bold, I moved my fingers lower and began to tease his asshole.
His dick hit the back of my throat, and I hummed around him.
Using some of the saliva that was leaking from my lips, I explored a little further, pushing the tip of my index finger inside of him.
His groan and the way he lifted his hips gave me the encouragement I needed to sink it deeper than I ever had.
“Amir, baby.”
I looked up and found him watching me. His cheeks were red and his eyes were hooded.
“Will you fuck me?”
Blood rushed to my dick. The nerves were still there, but not to the point of overwhelming me.
In answer, I pulled my finger back, then slid it in to the last knuckle.
Gripping him at the base, I continued to stretch him like he’d done to me so many times now.
The way he squirmed gave me a new sort of thrill, and as I sucked on his dick, I felt a renewed sense of responsibility to learn everything there was to know about Remi’s body.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged on it until I released him. I trailed my tongue along my lip to catch the drool that tried to escape.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he warned.
I pulled my fingers free slowly, then crawled over him. “Would that be so bad?”
“Yes. I want to cum while your cock is inside of me.”
I kissed those dirty fucking lips, hoping he could taste a hint of himself.
He grabbed a condom from the drawer, but he hesitated. “Are you comfortable doing it raw?”
“Is it safe?”
“It’s been a couple years since I’ve been with anyone else, and I’m clean. You’ve only been with Avery, right?” I nodded. “It’s up to you.”
I took the condom from him, then tossed it at the wall, making him laugh before I kissed him.
He didn’t pause as he added some lube to both of his hands.
With one, he stroked my dick, and my hips jerked from the sudden sensation.
With the other, he slid his fingers over his ass, then sank them inside.
I stared down at them, mesmerized at the way he touched himself.
His grip tightened. “Are you nervous?”
“Not one bit.”
He twisted, but I kept him from turning over.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Moving to my knees.”
“I don’t want that.”
He blinked a few times. “I . . .”
“Missionary is highly underrated,” I said, trying to lighten the odd mood that had come over him.
“I don’t really want you to stare at me,” he admitted awkwardly.
“Why?”
“Sometimes . . . it becomes a lot.”
“Then we stop and talk about it.”
“You don’t have to ruin your own experience.”
“Making sure you’re happy doesn’t ruin a damn thing, baby.” I ran my thumb over his cheekbone and looked at his dark eyes. “If you don’t enjoy it like this—”
“It’s not that,” he said. “I guess I just get self-conscious.”
“Self-conscious? Remi, if you ever feel self-conscious with me, I’m not doing enough to show you exactly how I feel about you.” I peppered kisses across his chest. “Your body . . . perfect.” My fingers trailed his jaw. “Your face . . . more lovely than anything the gods could create.”
“Amir.” His voice shook, which was encouragement for me to go on.
“Your heart . . .” My lips found the pulse point in his neck. “Mine. And your soul . . .”
“I lost it a long time ago.”
“I’m going to find it.”
“That’s horribly cheesy.”
Smiling against his skin, I shifted my hips so that my dick pressed to his ass. He arched impatiently, and I let him pull me closer with his legs. When I breached him, we both sucked in a breath. He was incredibly tight and warm, threatening every bit of control I had.
“God, this is different.” I groaned as I pushed in further.
“Good different?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions when I’m balls-deep in you.”
“You’re not—” He cut off and dug his fingers into my back when I suddenly bottomed out. “Fuck, I thought you were the good guy, Amir.”
“Who the hell told you that?”
He breathed a laugh, which turned into a moan.
I kissed his neck, then returned to his chest as I started to move my hips, slowly letting him get used to me.
It was harder than it should have been to hold back, and I focused on each of his tattoos to keep myself together.
They were incredibly intricate, and I couldn’t figure out exactly how they tied together, but they did it beautifully.