When he guided me toward the bed, I didn’t resist. We fell together, a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, and finally, the knot in my stomach let go.
For the first time since he left me in Buffalo, I stopped thinking about what we’d almost lost and let myself want what was right in front of me.
Our eyes locked, and heat surged inside me. I wanted all of him. Holy fuck. I’d never asked for this. We’d talked about it, but action is different from words. If he hesitated, even for a moment, I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
He brushed the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Everything okay, babe?”
My throat was tight, and the words scraped out of me. “Um… You said to tell you when I was ready. Please. I need you to fuck me.”
A muscle twitched in his jaw. His eyes widened, and he framed my face with his hands. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I need to feel you inside me, be connected like that.” I swallowed, trying to ease the dryness in my throat. “But you’ll have to take it easy. I’ve never…”
“I know.” He kissed my forehead. “I want this so much, babe. I’ll be gentle.”
After we pushed the comforter away, I settled back against the pillows. My heart hammered as Nix pulled lube from the nightstand and knelt between my legs. This sight of him there, hard but patient, made me shiver.
His eyes met mine:okay?
I nodded.
My cock was already hard too, a heavy weight against my stomach. When he traced a finger along its length, it throbbed.
He glanced up again, and my breath caught. It was Nix, the man I loved, but something in his eyes made my pulse stumble.
Scooting backward, he stroked my thighs. The drag of his fingers through the hair on my legs sent a jolt of heat up my spine. Nerves and excitement tangled in my chest, and I shifted without thinking.
When he leaned over and kissed his way up my legs, the world narrowed to the warmth of his mouth and the steady rhythm of his breathing. I curled my fingers into the sheets, choosing to trust him, even as another flicker of anxiety erupted low in my stomach.
“Bend your knees,” he said, “and scoot toward me a little.”
I did. “Enough?”
“Yeah. I can get to you right.”
The sharp click of the lube’s cap made me jump.
He let out a low whistle. “Christ, look at you. Pink and already twitching for me.”
I shivered when he swirled the cool, slick gel over my asshole.
“Easy, babe.” He rested his free hand on my stomach. “If you need me to stop, say so.”
I took a deep breath, and as I blew it out, he pressed against my entrance, then began tracing circles around it. It felt so good, I moaned.
He looked up long enough to smile, then returned to teasing my hole. I gasped when he slid his free hand down to my cock and started jerking me. His firm grip and slow rhythm were perfect, and the tension in my shoulders released.
“There we go,” he said. “My beautiful man.”
He pushed the tip of his finger inside, and the sharp burn made me hiss. My hole clenched around him.
“Shhh. It’s just me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on breathing. In for four, out for five.In four, out five.The burn faded, replaced by a strange, full pressure. I opened my eyes and gave him a shaky nod. He leaned up and kissed me, our stubble scraping in a rough, pinprick drag that shot straight to my dick.
He pulled back, and his voice came out as a low rumble. “Still want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I need it.”
