Page 99 of Never Will I Ever

Never have I ever had a kiss shoot my senses into overdrive to the point of being hyperaware of every single place my body touches his. It creates a tingling sensation rippling through my extremities, and it only spreads with the scrape of his facial hair against my palm as I cup his face to drive my tongue past his lips.

He responds with the same passion and urgency, his hands tightening against my scalp while he continues grinding his hips down into mine until I’m a leaking mess behind my boxers.

“Kaleb,”I pant.

His name comes out as a half-groan, half-sigh, and one hundred percent a plea.

He shifts his weight to his heels, sitting up to peel his clothes off at the sound of my desperation, and I’m quick to follow, shedding my boxers. The heat of his skin sinks deep into my bones when he layers his body over mine again, grounding me to this time and place and moment. Locking it in the marrow forsafekeeping, where nothing and no one can touch it.

No doubt, no fear, no shame.

No mistakes or missteps.

All that exists is us.

This is who I am.

It’s taken me more time than I’d like to admit, to accept it, but now that I have, I can’t believe I thought I could live any differently.

“Please, touch me,” I beg, arching into him.

I don’t think I can handle the teasing tonight. I just need him inside me. Right fucking now. He must realize it too, and with a tight hold on my hips, he rolls us before dragging me on top of him.

“Want you to ride me,” he growls in a harsh whisper. “Wanna feel you clench around me while my cock is buried inside you.”

My dick twitches at the filthy image he’s planted in my brain, and no more than three seconds later, I’m putting it into action.

Leaning over toward the desk beside the bed, I grab my nearly-empty bottle of lube and flick open the cap. After dousing my fingers with the cool liquid, I straddle his hips again and spread it over his length. He thrusts up into my palm with every gentle stroke I give him, gathering the pre-cum from his tip and spreading it back down his shaft to mix with the lube.

His hands land on my thighs with a tight grip as a tortured moan breaks past his lips.

“Fuckinghell, Aves. I need to feel you, baby.”

His plea is a drug with an intoxicating allure, coaxing the confidence I need to shift my weight backward until I’m positioned over him. My heart hammers against my ribs as the head of his cock presses against my rim, and when I drop my hips, the cool lube allows him to easily slide through the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh, Christ.” His nails dig into my thighs as I sink farther ontohis length, not stopping until he’s fully seated inside me.

Inhaling sharply, I pause and allow myself to adjust to his intrusion. It doesn’t burn anymore when he enters me, and after a few seconds, I start moving over his length. Pleasure immediately coils low in my stomach, building with every drop of my hips, and that’s before his palm wraps around my cock.

“God,” I whisper on a sigh.

Leaning forward, I close the space between our lips and kiss him like he’s the air I breathe. His free hand slides back from my hip, gripping my waist while I sink down on his length again, impaling myself to the hilt. Filling myself with his cock until I might burst at the seams.

There’s never been a better feeling than this. Him sheathed inside me, mouths and bodies joined together at the molecular level.

Two parts of a greater whole.

I move slowly over his length at first, dropping my hips in time with the leisurely strokes his palm makes over my shaft. Our tongues tangle while we move together, giving as much as we take. We fall into a sensual rhythm, with low moans and breathy pants filling the air around us, the mixture of them becoming something of a symphony I can’t help but get lost in.

Then again, I think I’ve been lost in Kaleb far longer than I’ve realized.

“You feel so good,” he mutters against my lips. “So right. So fucking mine.”

Because Iamyours.

The thought is in my head instantly, and I have to physically bite my lip to keep the words from spilling free. It’s a sentiment that can’t be taken back once it’s spoken aloud, even in the heat of the moment. But it doesn’t make it any less true.

I’m his.

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