Fox’s fingers tickled as hepushed them under my t-shirt, easing it off without any hurry at all.
He leaned in and kissed meonce he’dtossed it aside, and I’d never imagined this being as good as it actuallywas. Fox was takinghis time with me. Kissing and touching like I was special, like I meantsomething to him, and right now?
I believed that Iwasspecial, and Ididmean something to him.
I reached out to slide myhands under his shirt, letting my fingers roam over smooth skin covering steelmuscles, laughing as his stomach clenched under my touch.
“I didn’t know actual humanslooked like this,” I said, pulling the shirt off and adding it to the pile we’dstarted.
“Oh, I’m not real,” Foxsaid, grinning. “You’re imagining me.”
“My imagination isn’tthisgood.”
If I’d tried to dream up someonelike Fox, he wouldn’t have beennearlyas interesting. Fox was perfectbecause he wasimperfect,and nothing about him was boring. He was kindand warm and charming, but I could see he was carrying a lot of pain, too.
No, I could never have comeup with someone like Fox.
So it felt like a miraclethat I’dfound him.
“Flatterywillget youeverywhere,”Fox said, fingers leaving tingling trails as he opened my jeans. I gasped as hegroped me through my underwear, a firm, toe-curling squeeze.
“You’re impossibly sweet,”he continued. “And I don’t deserve you.”
I looked up at him, holdinghis gaze for a long moment, willing him tofeelhow I felt, understandthat it wasn’tabout who deserved what.
Everything I’d seen of Foxsaid he deserved the world.
All I had to give wasmyself, but I wanted him to have it. All of me.
Reaching out, I took one ofhis hands and linked our fingers together, squeezing as he looked down at ourjoined hands.
“I don’t want anyone else,”I said. “Just you.”
Fox nodded, not quitemeeting my eyes for a moment. When he did look up, I could see something hadchanged. That he’d come to a realization or a decision orsomething, and it’d subtly changedthings between us.
But not in a bad way,judging by the way he surged forward, grabbing my ass with his free hand anddragging me in, crashing our lips together as he pulled me closer, let me feelhow hard he was. Hard forme.
That was never going to getold.
The rest of our clothes cameoff in more of a hurry, and the next thing I knew Fox had both hands on my ass,kneading firmly as he bent down to kiss me, slow, sweet and soft, laughterbreaking out between us when he broke for air, and this wasexactlywhatI’dimagined.
Better, even. I’d imagined a lotof things, but I could never have pictured this happening with someone likeFox.
“This working for you?” heasked, brushing his nose against mine, pressing a kiss to the tip.
“Definitely,” I said,rocking my hips to demonstrate and leaving a trail of precome where the head ofmy cock skimmed over his belly. It was really,reallyworking for me.
Fox smirked, tilting hishead to kiss me again as his fingers slipped between my cheeks, tips brushingover the spot I wanted them most. I gasped as he circled me with a fingertip,biting my lip as he added a little more pressure, teasing mercilessly when heknew how much I wanted this.
“And you’ve done thisbefore?” he asked, fingers not letting up for even a half-second. “With toys?”
I nodded, blushing. I knewit wasn’tanything to be embarrassed about, but the thought of Fox imagining me fuckingmyself, panting and writhing and gasping, wishing the dildo inside me wassomeone’s cock…
“I’ll have to watchsometime,” he said, smirking. “So you can show me what youreallylike.”
“I like you.” I shrugged. “AndI trust you.”
Fox smiled so warmly at methat my heart did a somersault. “Good. Because this takes a lot of trust.”
