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“Turn around,” I instructed.
He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “Why?”
“So I can run my hands all over you. Obviously.”
He snorted a laugh and shifted so he was facing away from me.
My fingers began working along his shoulders. “You weren’t kidding. I can feel several knots.”
He groaned and leaned forward, giving me better access. “You’re surprisingly good at that.”
I huffed. “It shouldn’t really be a surprise. Weren’t you just saying my hands were magical a couple of nights ago?”
He smirked. “True, but to be fair, your hands were on a completely different part of my body.”
“And you loved every second of it.” I let my hands drift lower, down his back, and then reached around to let them rest on his legs. “If we move this to the bedroom, it’d give me a little more room to maneuver.”
He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Oh really? Sounds like you’re interested in more than just being helpful.”
I let my hands slide a little farther up his thighs. “I think I’m very helpful.”
His breath hitched. “If you keep trying to feel me up, we won’t make it to the bedroom.”
“As tempting as that sounds, my plans require a bit more space.” I stood and offered a hand to pull him up.
“Fine.” He got up. “Just remember, I’m supposed to feel looser by the end of this little session, not sore in new places.”
“No promises.” I grinned and led him down the hall.
He yanked off his T-shirt and kicked off his jeans leaving a trail of clothes behind us. Once we were in the bedroom, he crawled up the bed and stretched out on his stomach.
“Stay right there.” I climbed onto the mattress and straddled his thighs. Leaning forward, I let my palms glide over his back. This time, I went slow, letting my fingers work the muscles along his spine. My thumbs pressed deeper, eliciting another groan from him. I moved lower, kissing a path down his back as my hands drifted along his sides. When I reached the waistband of his boxers, I dragged them down his legs and tossed them on the floor. “I can’t get enough of you,” I admitted.
He let out a breath as I spread his legs and settled between them. I kissed across the curve of his ass until my mouth made its way to the place I wanted to taste him.
“Knox.” His body jerked as I licked around his tight ring of muscle.
“Just relax and let me make you feel good.” I flattened my tongue and licked deeper, working him open little by little.
He rocked into me. “Don’t stop,” he begged.
I kept going with slow and deliberate strokes of my tongue until he trembled beneath me. When I finally pulled back, he looked over his shoulder.
“I need you to fuck me now.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I smirked. “I can’t possibly say no.”
“Like you would ever deny me.”
I stood and stripped out of my clothes as fast as I could. “You’re right. Your ass is my biggest weakness. Now roll over for me. I want to watch you while I fill you up.”
He turned onto his back, one arm tucked beneath his head trying to look casual instead of needy, but his thick cock leaking against his stomach gave him away.
Unable to stop myself, I leaned down and ran my tongue from his balls, up his shaft, and over the tip, licking up every drop of pre-cum. “You taste so damn good.” I repeated the move one more time before reaching for the lube in the bedside table.
Popping the cap open, I poured a generous amount on my fingers, then reached between his thighs and pushed one inside him. He closed his eyes, and I felt him relax. I added a second digit and focused on the way his hole clenched around me.
“You ready?” I asked, my voice rough with desire.
