processing this.
Another shaky, stunned laugh tumbles from his mouth. “Dio mio....” He presses his forehead to mine, his thumb brushing over my pulse. “You want me like that, huh? Not just…this, but both of us in it?”
“Well, yeah, Drew…”
A rough breath slips out of him,
disbelief submerged in his eyes.
“Sonny—c’mon, what the hell you doin’ to me?”
He pauses again, wets his lips,
looking down at me through a heavy-lidded gaze.
My smile is teasing. “I got you.
“Just say the word,
“and we can stop at anytime?—”
“Get the fuck outta here.” His grin fully breaks through,
his laugh turned wrecked.
His fingers slip from my wrist.
And then his hand threads into my hair,
tugging me forward,
his mouth crashing into mine.
Deep and slow and endless…
His tongue sweeps through me, stealing my next breath.
His finger curls inside me.
I gasp into his mouth, and he takes that too.
Everything. He takeseverything.
And I let him.
My hand sinks back over his cock,
a featherlight drag up his length.
He shivers, jaw clenching,
forehead sinking against mine,
eyes slipping shut.
I palm him fully,
needing to hold him in my hand.
