It’s even better now since every time he travels from tip to base, I can see the way his stomach moves. “You don’t take your shirt off for anyone else, do you?”
He blinks. “No?” he says slowly.
“You don’t sound sure.”
“The question kind of got me from left field, Spence. Give me a second.”
“It’s not a hard question.” Yes or no.
“No, I don’t. Just you.”
Perfect answer. I splay my fingers over his stomach so I can feel it rippling. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, watching with rapt attention. Damn, it looks good.Helooks good.
“I want to do it,” I blurt out impulsively.Iwant to put that look on his face.
His fist stops, and his lips fall fully open. “Want to do… what?”
“Let me do it for you.”
He tentatively lifts his hand, his eyes intensely tracking me as I get comfortable in front of him. “Are you sure?”
I wrap my hand around his dick instead of responding verbally. The first touch of his silky heat is intoxicating. A piece of him that I haven’t had before. There isn’t anything about him that I don’t want access to. This is a good step. Important.
“How do you like it?” I’ll make this so good for him his own hand will never be enough again. So good he won’t be able to come without my help. His release given only whenIgive it.
He grips the back of my neck firmly. The possessive touch sends a shiver down my back. This ownership goes both ways, and I won’t have it any other way.
“Harder,” he says huskily. “I won’t break.”
I would never break him. Never hurt him. He deserves so much better than that.
I tighten my grip and stroke him. Up and down smoothly, slowing at the top and speeding down at the bottom, the same way he’d done.
“What else?” I ask, licking my lips.
“You’re doing perfect, baby.”
Baby.“I want to be better than perfect.”
He squeezes my neck before letting go. “Touch me.”
An easy ask. Touching him is my reason for breathing.
I start at his inner thigh, knuckles grazing his hair-roughened skin. He lets out a shuddered breath as I glide up, over his stomach, lingering on every ridge and mouthwatering muscle. I spend some time playing with his pebbled nipples. We’ve never done this. Explored each other. I’m happy to make up for lost time. “Are they sensitive?” I ask, watching his face as I flick and squeeze them.
“Yeah,” he says in a guttural, shaky voice. “Everything you do to me is sensitive.”
“Just me?” I hate the idea that anyone can make him feel this way. That any touch will do. I can’t stand the thought of anyoneelse touching me, and I need him to feel the same. The rest of the world can go to hell.
“Only you.”
He always knows what I need to hear. I shuffle closer, all but straddling him again, making sure I can keep a grip on him. He’s distracting me, and the motions are jerky, but he doesn’t seem to mind. The second our lips meet, he opens for me, his groan filling my mouth. His palm is back at my nape, holding me close as he takes over, playing with me while I play with him.
Bursts of pleasant fireworks erupt in my stomach, turning over and dancing as he kisses me. This is the only pleasure that matters, the one we make between us. That’s ours alone. So much more than mere physical connection. He owns me on this plane and all others, this life and beyond.
“How does it feel?” I ask, licking the corner of his mouth.
“So fucking good,” Kendrick moans out. “I’m—close.”
