Page 91 of Every Move You Make

He falls against me, his chest rumbling in deep laughter that infects me.

“What?” I ask. “You don’t think that’s enough? We can get more.”

“I love you,” he chuckles, peeling off my shirt. He takes a deep breath and sifts his fingers through my chest chair.His laughter dies but his adoring smile remains. “I love your body.”

“I don’t exactly have a professional athlete’s body anymore.”

“I know,” he says. “I like this one. I like some cushion for the pushin’.”

My thumbs graze his trim waist above his belt. “I love your body, too. I know you work really hard for it. It shows. You probably don’t need me to tell you that. You have hundreds of people in your comment section doing it.”

“Yeah, but it means nothing when they say those things, and it means everything when you do.”

Our lips find each other again. Our hips grind and our bodies sing. Somewhere in our tangle of arms and legs we manage to remove our shoes and jeans, but before we can think of removing socks, his tongue finds the base of my shaft and drags along the underside to my tip, and I die of pleasure.

“Baby,” I whimper. I hold back Dell’s hair so I can better watch him. Slick heat circles my crown as my cock disappears between his gorgeous, perfect lips. With his eyes closed and his hand circling my length, he hums his own pleasure with mine. Saliva drips down and Dell smears it with each stroke, coating me as my toes curl and my balls tighten. “God, that feels good,” I drawl.

His hand still working me, he pops his head off for only a moment. “I love your cock. Fuck, it’s perfect,” he says before sending kisses along its side and down to my balls and the crease at my thigh. He pulls my tip between his fingers. “So thick and dripping for me. Tell me, Isaiah… did you jerk off to any of my videos?”

I don’t pretend to hide it. “Yes.”

“Which ones?”

“Your workout videos. In those…unghh… those leggings… that crop top.”

“Would you like for me to give you a private lesson in that outfit one day?”

“Yes,” I reply way too fast.

“Is the sexy, swole gym teacher a fantasy of yours?”

“If it's you, it is.”

Pleased with my answer, he descends down my shaft again, and his chuckle adds to the already mind-blowing pleasure. Then he’s spreading my legs wider, parting them at my center and diving his face in my—oh fuck!

“You don’t have to,” I huff.

Dell swipes his tongue across my tight hole. “Oh, I disagree.I need to.”

“Oh no,” I whine. “Why does that feel so good?”

“Because it'sme.” He rubs his face in deeper while pushing my balls up for better access. "Do you wanna take my cock, baby?”

“I do.”

“Good.” Dell licks his finger and presses the tip to my back entrance. “Because there’s a lot more where this came from.”

I’m relieved I showered right before we left the house because for the next twenty minutes, my pleasure rises along with the sun as Dell prepares me. He feasts until I’m a squirming mess, blabbering and begging for him to take my goddamn virginity already.

He’s already opened me up with his fingers, but once the condom is on and he’s kneeling over me, lube spread liberally over the both of us, his tip requests access and I realizethatis so much more than his fingers.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll go slow. And if it doesn’t fit, we can try again another time.”

“No, I know. I want to. You’re just—”

“I know. But you’re doing so well for me, Isaiah. You opened on my fingers perfectly.” Dell leans down, his chest against mine, and kisses me so deeply Iforget about what we’re trying to do until there’s a tight blinding pressure below. “That’s it, baby. You’re doin’ it. Try to push me out and it’ll go in easier, I promise.Unghh,yes. Yes.”

“It’s too much.”

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