Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I kissed his forehead, his nose, and his eyelids. I feathered my lashes against his cheeks and flicked the tip of my tongue at the corner of his lush lips. Aaron melted beneath me, humming softly as he draped his arms over my shoulders.
“You’re playing me like a fiddle, Matty. Or is it a violin? Mmm, do that again. Yes…that.”
I settled between his open legs, rocking my hips as I lifted his T-shirt and flattened my palm on his abs, just above the telltale bulge in his boxer briefs.
“What do you want, baby? This?” I lowered my hand and squeezed his erection through his silky boxer briefs, trailing kisses on his neck and collarbone. “Or this?”
I slipped my fingers under the fabric near his upper thigh and grabbed a handful of his perfectly round ass, trailing my pinky along his crease. My touch was too light to be anything more than a tease, which I knew would only make my man crazy.
Aaron moaned on cue, hiking his knee to give me access. I parted his cheeks, lightly caressing his opening with a single digit as I slowly made my way south. I kissed and licked his nipples, laving them with lazy circles. Aaron raked his fingers in my hair and wriggled his hips as if chasing friction. I gave him a little, but kept him on edge and greedy.
Tease, tease, tease.
I wanted him so strung out and pleasure-drunk that he couldn’t see or think or feel anything outside of this room. I wanted his cock to ache and leak. I wanted my name to be the only one he could remember.
Tomorrow’s worries were opaque, too shadowy for focus. This—right here, right now—was the only slice of the universe that mattered.
I kissed his navel and nudged my chin on the head of his cock peeking from the elastic of his boxer briefs before slipping the tip of a finger inside.
Aaron hissed. “Take it off, Matty. My poor dick is practically suffocating, and I need more. I need you.”
I removed my finger, chuckling as he kicked the silky fabric off and yanked his T-shirt over his head in a mad rush. I stopped him when he leaned sideways to rescue the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer.
“Not so fast.”
He furrowed his brow. “But we need lube. We need—”
“I’m not finished with you yet.” I pushed Aaron’s knees to his chest and bent to lick his shaft.
It was another tease. As much as I loved blowing him, I had other ideas tonight. I nuzzled his balls, inhaling his scent and trailing my tongue along his perineum.
Aaron’s breath hitched. “Oh. Oh. Mmm.”
I needed no further encouragement. I pressed the pad of my thumb on his entrance and licked the sensitive surrounding area. I toyed with him. I knew he loved the feel of my end-of-day beard on his inner thighs. I knew he loved the pressure and slow buildup. And I knew he loved getting rimmed.
For a guy who had been late to acknowledging his bisexuality, I was actually pretty damn good at rimming. I’d had years of practice and knew Aaron’s body as well as my own now. Nothing got him harder and hornier faster than having my mouth on him.
With that in mind, I removed my thumb and tasted my man.
Fuck.
Just…fuck.
Moments like this made me wonder how I’d ever thought I was straight. Sure, rimming wasn’t a gay thing, but stroking my husband’s dick while I fingered and tongue-fucked his hole was very, very gay. And I couldn’t get enough.
My cock hung heavy, dripping precum on the mattress. I gave myself a quick tug…nothing more. I was in a zone, hypnotized by the sounds he made as he clutched at the sheets and chanted my name amid a stream of sweet nothings.
I pulled away, licking my lips. Two fingers…three.
He was so ready for me, he was almost incoherent.
I slathered lube on both of us and climbed atop Aaron, pressing a light kiss to his mouth as I lined my cock at his entrance. “I don’t want you to think about anything but me, baby. Only me.”
Aaron’s lashes fluttered as I pushed inside his tight hole. “Ungh…yes. Only you.”
I moved slow and deep, dragging my length over his sweet spot, caging his beautiful face between my arms. I studied Aaron’s expression, not because I needed clues to be sure he was enjoying this. No. My cock buried in his hole, nailing his prostate, was his happy place. I was addicted to that euphoric sheen in his eyes. That familiar glaze of lust and need…for me.
My body felt taut with desire. Every thrust sent a vibration through me. I drove my tongue between his lips, ravaging him as I upped the tempo. The bedsprings creaked under our weight with a steady thump, thump, thump. And maybe I should have been more concerned about impressionable puppy ears, but Murphy was still snoring and it was too late for that anyway.