Page 55 of Give You Up

“I want you too.”

This dream is hot. So real. The heat from his body. His erection pulsing beneath my fingertips. His groan as I caress up and down his thick shaft before cupping his balls. I play with their weight in my fingers. Bite down on my smile when he sucks in a breath.

“Let me taste you.”

“Syn, you don’t need to. We can cuddle instead.”

This is my dream and no way will I settle for lame cuddling.

“Get on your back.”

“You don’t like sex, Pixie Dust.”

He is protesting too much for this being a dream.Mydream. “Help me change my mind.” I slide my arm from under his and edge back, giving him room to change positions.

Getting on his back, he strips off his boxers. I balance on my elbow and stare at Taron’s erection. He is thicker than I remember. Then again, he isn’t the teenage boy I fell head over heels for. He is all man, and I want him so badly.

I crave for him to take away the ache between my legs. To do something about the heaviness in my breasts. For him to cover my hardened nipples with his mouth.

The hot gaze he shoots me tells me he wants to do everything possible that’ll get me to change my mind about disliking sex.What don’t I like about sex?

“What don’t you like about sex?”

Taron is voicing my thoughts. Of course he is. This is my dream. I have control over what I dream. I answer him truthfully.

“Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.”

“Come again?”

“I would like to have one of those. Or two or three.”

He chuckles. “Syn, babe, I had a little too much to drink and am mentally and physically exhausted. Spell it out for me, Pixie Dust.”

“The guys I’ve been with just wanted to get their penis inside me, get off, and then roll over and fall asleep. They didn’t care that I didn’t come.”

“Aw, baby, I’d never do that to you.”

“Prove it.”

“You sure? No regrets? I mean, once we do this, we keep on progressing.”

“What happens after?”

“You’re mine. Exclusive. I won’t settle for anything less, baby. I’m done with casual. Done with feeling empty. You get me?”

“I do.” I slide my body over his. “No regrets.” Drop a kiss on his forehead. “No throwbacks.” On his big nose. “Only forward for us.” I capture his mouth in mine. Coax his mouth open. Tangle my tongue with his.

He tastes good. Lime and tequila.

I suck on his tongue. Tongue the inner walls of his mouth. Melt into him. His hand glides down my back. Cups my ass. I tremble. Shiver with anticipation.

“Taron.” I whimper. Pant. Moan. Sigh.

“Fuck, baby. The noises you make. So fucking hot.”

That so? I can up the temperature.

“I want to blow you.”

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