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Before I gave in to his desperate request, I slid a finger into my mouth, getting it wet.
When I took his cock deep into my mouth, I pressed it against his small hole.
He gasped, stilling as it slid into him.
Pulling off, I released his cock, pressing him back with a firm hand in the center of his chest.
He fell back against the couch, watching me with blown-out eyes, his lips parted.
“Has anyone ever done this to you before?” I asked breathlessly, thrusting my digit deep into him. His hips lifted a bit and gasped softly, shaking his head.
A pleased rumble ran through my chest as I slowly finger-fucked him, eager to make the first time someone was inside him enough to make him crave it over and over again. The way his hole clung to me, so tight even just on my finger, made my cock ache with envy.
Groaning, I bent down over him, taking his length into my mouth, bobbing in rhythm to my finger in his ass.
When I crooked it at the right angle, hitting his prostate, his entire body shuddered.
A couple more thrusts and he was writhing and crying out, his muscles clenching around me while his hips bucked into my mouth.
I was ready for the first spurt of hot liquid in the back of my throat and swallowed it down, moaning in pleasure, precome seeping from my tip.
He held still there for a moment, letting me milk the last drops from him, then released the breath he’d been holding and collapsed back into the couch cushions, his length slipping out from between my lips.
I swallowed, trying to collect myself before I met Jaime’s gaze.
His dark eyes were sleepy and sated with none of the fear and worry he’d had in them since I met him. He looked better than ever that way, relaxed and mussed up, his silky brown hair a fluffy tangle, his cheeks and lips red.
Unable to help myself, I practically dove in for a kiss, capturing his mouth against mine, my arms wrapping around him, tongue delving into his mouth tasting him again.One last time, I thought, and sadness hit me.
Jaime didn’t notice, threading his fingers into my hair and sighing against my kiss as it turned languid.
“That was good,” he whispered against my lips.
“Yeah, baby,” I agreed, subconsciously stroking his naked thighs and pelvis.
He let out a long breath, his arms falling around my shoulders.
“Fuck,” he moaned quietly, “you’re going to get me hard again.”
I stilled, realizing what I was doing.
“I could keep you up all night,” I murmured, sighing, “but that’s the opposite of what I was trying to do.”
I forced myself to pull back. He let me go, but only, I suspected, because he was already half asleep.
“Get to bed,” I said. “Quickly, before Evie wakes up for her next feed.”
He blinked at me sleepily.
“What about you?” he asked.
For a moment, I thought he meant for me to come to sleep with him andyeswas on the tip of my tongue. Then his gaze flickered down to the front of my pants. I was rock hard and aching, desperate for his touch.
“I’m fine,” I managed to say to save face. “I’m going to head home.”
Disappointment flickered in his gaze before he tore it away and bent down, grabbing the boxers still around his ankles.
I had to get up to make room for him. My knees screamed after spending so much time on the floor. Carpet or not, it was cement under there and I wasn’t quite as young as I used to be, although I hadn’t noticed they’d gone numb until that moment.
