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Farrow contemplates for a half a second, and then waves me on again. “Gettingcloser.”
“With you flat on your back,missionary.”
He shakes his head, motion with two fingers tokeepgoing.
My brows knot. “I’m getting the feeling you just want to know which positions Ilike.”
He smiles at me like the wordpureis on his tongue. “That is part of the point, wolf scout.” His matter-of-fact voice pumps myblood.
I growl out and then exhale roughly. “I’m picking one now. Dresser.Standing.”
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MAXIMOFF HALE
I climboff the bed buck-naked, and while he rises, equally buck-ass-naked, I gesture him to me. “Comeover.”
Farrow doesn’t hesitate. In one blink, he’s reached me. He clutches my face and kisses me hard before he tears away and seizes the edge of thedresser.
My pulse thrashes. Pent-up and fixated on that simple movement and his confidence that matches mine over andover.
With my chest up against his tattooed back, I clutch his waist—and that’s when I realize that he never grabbed a condom. He lubed us without one. “No condom?” I askhim.
Farrow looks over his shoulder. “No condom,” he confirms. “But if you want one, that’sokay.”
This is a big deal. We’ve both been tested; we’re both clean and monogamous, but we haven’t taken that next step. Untilnow.
To let me bareback, Farrow has to have complete trust in me that I won’t cheat.I’d never.Same if we flip, I have to trusthim.
And Ido.
Completely.
“I want to,” I tell him, assured. He’s barebacked with a serious boyfriend before, but Ihaven’t.
Farrow cups the back of my head, and we kiss with slow-burning intimacy that feels like descending gradually… gradually in warm… soothing…waters.
My head dizzies, and we part with ragged breath. Farrow angles forward again, his knee bent in a slight lunge, and he hangs his head, musclesrelaxed.
He glances over his shoulder to tell me, “You can come in me.” I catch his smile as he adds, “I know you wantto.”
God.“And I know you want me to,” I say, too hot now. Too ready, and he doesn’t deny that we’re both dying for the samething.
While I tease his hole open with two fingers, I kiss the back of his neck. He rubs himself twice, and then reaches backwards and grips myass.
Fuckme.I clutchhisass before I take my erection and press the tip to his hole. Easing myself in—the pressure around me narrows my eyes into arousedpinpoints.
“Fuck,” Farrow groans, the further I go in…now all the way inside. “Ah,fuck.Maximoff.” His throaty noise combines with mine, a raw sound scratching out ofme.
Christ.I rock my hips, pounding against him with mind-numbing friction. My hand shoots for his waist for deeper entry, gripping him. He white-knuckles the dresser, gritting down as a tangled moan ejects.Fuckfuckfuck…
I run my hand up his back muscles. “Farrow,” I groan, and he pushes back into my cock. My head tries to loll back—fucking fuck.I grip him harder. Ramming, my ass flexing beneath his stronghold.
“Harder,” he grunts, his forehead on his bicep. I pick up my pace and slam intohim.
He moans as I hit his prostate. I know the spot. Very goddamnwell.
I wrap my arm around his abdomen. Aching to bow forward where my chest melds his back, closer than close.Fuck thissling.
