Page 122 of Pretty Obsessed

I gave in to the silent ask, sliding in all the way to my hilt. His eyes fell closed and he stilled. We stayed that way for a long moment. Joined.

"More." He breathed.

I pulled out and slipped the condom off before giving him only my tip again. He gasped and pleas dripped from his lips. I lapped them from his tongue, coaxing out more as he tried to take as much of me as the arch in his spine could force.

"You're so beautiful when you plead."

"I can't help it."

"Do you want this?" I gave him another inch.

"Yes."

"Show me how much." I licked his neck and sucked a bruise there.

"How?" Another subtle whimper. I don't know what divine intervention brought this creature into my life, but he was pure unadulterated arousal in human form.

"Touch yourself."

His hand immediately found his erection.

"I can feel every clench."

His eyes snapped open. "Kiss me, please."

I obliged, finding his lips and I was transported back to that first night, only this was so much better. I got his mouth, his tongue, the overwhelming arousal, and he was the one getting me off and I was the one eliciting every sound from him. A pure exchange of pleasure.

It filled so much more than touch. I got off on getting him off. I wanted to make him come at every opportunity. I broke from his mouth pressing my face into his shoulder, watching myself slide in and out of him. Taking in the way he moved with every clench and shudder.

"No, come back," he said, words laced with need.

"I will. I wanted to watch."

"Do you like watching?"

"Very much. The way you react, and the way I fit inside you." I kissed my way up the back of his neck and across his jaw to find his lips again. "The way we come together."

His entire face lit up and his grip tightened in my hair, as he lost it in the most elegant writhe, bucking into me with gasps and pleas for more.

"Fill me. Please," he panted through gasps and his words were all it took to rip my release from me.

There was peace in the quiet. And things were easier when we touched. Both our bodies settled and hummed together, and the universe was right.

We ate and rang in my birthday with more sex. It was the best birthday I'd had in a long time. As we lay tangled in bed, I drifted back to the words. Love. Interest. Obsession. The mind-blowing connection when I was inside him. This couldn't be just friends. It felt like so much more.

"Emory, are you asleep?"

"Mostly not. Laying here dozing."

"Can we talk?"

Twenty-Three

Emory Ker

Panic iced my veins. It was stupid, but who didn't dread those three words when they were happy?

"If you need to," I said tentatively, wondering if this was the part he ripped the rug out from under me.

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