Page 92 of Live for Me

He wassosure of himself. Every move he made, every sound and every word that came from his mouth had been so intentional. His confidence and the absolute unwavering certainty that he was going to be exactly what I needed and what I wanted were somehow addictive qualities.

That left me with the simple question of whether I was supposed to knock on his door, or just walk right in. I heard the water running when he showered as soon as he’d gone upstairs earlier. It’d been a few hours since then; a few hours that I spent chewing on my fingernails, telling myself that I wasn’t coming up here. He was probably asleep by now and common courtesy probably suggested knocking. He would think I was an absolute fool to come creeping around here in the middle of the night just for sex again.

But it hadn’t felt likejustsex.

It felt like I needed to feel it again to have a better chance at analyzing what it might mean.

His door wasn’t locked, so I bypassed the social convention of knocking.

If he didn’t want to be bothered in the middle of the night, he’d obviously had the opportunity to lock his door.

His room was mostly dark, and I could just barely see that he was on his stomach with his face turned away from where I was beside his bed. He didn’t move at all until I had my knees up on the bed beside him and started to slip myself under the blanket. He raised up on his elbows to turn toward me, but he paused to stare at me for a few seconds. I took that opportunity to drag my fingers from the base of his neck, through the deep crease in the middle of his chest, and all the way down to the already very solid erection that somehow made my mouth start salivating.

“Okay, so I can most definitely feel that. This is really happening,” he said and moved with the speed of light to place his body on top of mine. I shifted just as quickly to get my legs apart so he could position himself between them. He moved his hips just once to slide the entire length of his dick across my clit and I tried to suck in all the air in that room at the same time that he groaned in response to it. Then he chuckled and stopped moving completely to hang his head.

“Are you sore? Because I don’t know if I can be as gentle as I was earlier, Memphis.”

I wasn’t sure how I could respond to that without sounding like a crazy person.

Becauseyes, to being sorebutgreat, abandon all restraintsomehow didn’t sound like the kind of thing normal Memphis would say.

“Angel?”

“Umm.”

He raised himself off my body entirely in an instant.

“No, no. Wait,” I said, wrapping both arms around his neck to keep him from going any further. “I just — don’t really know how to answer that. That wasn’t hesitation over whether or not I want this.”

He chuckled and lowered his mouth to mine to kiss me. He rolled his hips against me about the same time that his tongue pushed my lips apart, and some weird as shit noise somewhere between a moan and a gasp came right out of me.

Everything about me was embarrassing.

How this man had ever decided that I was something he wanted to put his dick in was a subject that I probably needed to explore.

Definitely not this very moment.

But soon.

When I felt him smile against my mouth, I realized I’d gotten caught in my thoughts again rather than actively taking part in what was happening.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I don’t know why I can’t focus on anything when you do that.”

Jesus.

Why did I keep speaking? Why was I making it worse?

Why was he smirking?

He rolled his hips another time and I arched my back until the metal through my nipples was biting into my own skin from how hard I was pressing myself against him.

“Yeah,” I said. “That. When you dothat.”

“It’s cute,” he said and kissed down my jaw to my neck.

Cute.

This didn’t feelcute.

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