“I do.”He shifted under me so our pricks were side-by-side, caught tight between our bellies.Then he arched his back, opened his mouth, and gave the sweetest little hum of pleasure.
I rocked up into his hips, rubbing off on him, and stole a kiss.Then said, “Next time you sass someone so completely and utterly, I wanna throw you over my shoulder, take you into the nearest empty room, and make you scream my name.Too bad it couldn’t happen today.Not the impression I was trying to make.”
“Mmm, I could sass you now, if it’d help.”
“It might.”
“That’s kiiiiinda like something onmylist…” His wet lips formed a plush smirk.
“Now we’re talking.”I rubbed my cheek against his, feeling my stubble scrape at his soft, warm skin.
He arched under me, burying one hand in my hair, grabbing my bare ass with the other.“I want, like, twelve hours where any time you get an urge like that, you justdo it.”
I propped myself up with one hand, wanting to watch his face when I said, “You have my attention.”
He laughed again, biting at his bottom lip fetchingly.“Okay, so, like free use.”
“Free use,” I repeated, the phrase ringing a very far off bell.“For twelve hours.”
“Or overnight.”He batted his thick eyelashes, the skin of his neck flushing dark.“Like, that one night when we just woke up and fucked like that?Soooo hot.”
Yes, yes it had been, now he mentioned it.“So you want me to just wake you up to fuck?”
“Or… whatever.Like if we’re watching something, or playing a game, or making dinner…” His smile went so tentative, so sweet, almostshy.“Just some night when you’re really horny and can fuck the hell out of me a few times…”
“A few times?”I chuckled.“Oh, I can do that right now.”
He squirmed under me, making a sweet, hungry little noise.“But you can do anything you want.Doesn’t have to be that.Just…”
I leaned down, pressing my forehead into his, and whispered, “Say it, baby.I wanna know.”
“I want—I want to…” He huffed, like he didn’t have the breath in him to finish the thought.
“You want to what, Diego?”I asked into his ear.
“I want you to be everything, for a while,” he whispered, clinging to my ass tight, like he was afraid I’d take it away.“Make me yours.Fucking over and over again.”
He’d told me once that he always wanted me to claim him.At the time, I’d thought he meant publicly.Imagine my fucking surprise and excitement that he meant it privately, too.I buried my face in his neck and breathed deep, the scent of his skincare and shampoo and mousse and a million and one products over the faint salt sweat of him.I licked all the way up to his ear, and then said, “On your belly.”
I got to my knees, and I swear to god, I have never seen Diego move that fast in my life; he flipped over, adjusted his dick under him, and put his face into the duvet.
I leaned back on my heels, running my gaze up him slowly, from the curve of his calves, the muscles in his thighs, the sweet little crease where they met his round ass.I ran both hands up his legs, soft hair over velvety skin, smooth, sleek muscle flexing as he parted his knees, inviting.
“So,” I murmured, “AnythingIwant?”
“Mm-hmm.As long as you…”
I crawled up between his knees, bent low and kissed the long line of his spine.Then down farther, near the dimples at the small of his back.“Tell me, baby.”
“Just stay with me all night?Like, don’t leave me and go… do something else?”
“Diego…” I slid my tongue from the small of his back down into the top of his asscrack.“In what fucking world would I leave this to go doanythingelse?”
He chuckled and turned his head to the side, looking back at me.“I mean, don’t pretend you’re not paying attention.Like, to tease me or make me wait.I can’t do that tonight.”
I tried to remember if I ever did that and couldn’t even imagine it.If I was edging him for an hour, that wasallI was fucking doing.“Do I do that?”
“No.But, like, just to be clear.I want you to want me.Over and over.”
