Page 106 of Duke
My heart—I’m not sure it’s working anymore.
My dick, however, most certainly is. I step into her, pressing myself against her belly, and she bites the corner of my mouth before kissing the shit out of me. Our kiss is hot and deep, the two of us drinking each other in like we’ve been in the desert for forty days and forty nights and we’ve just stumbled on an oasis of abundance.
I run a hand down her back, my fingertips trailing along the knobs of her spine. “I’ve missed you too.”
She’s got her hands on my chest, my shoulders, my stomach. Exploring. Memorizing.
Loving.
My balls are in agony.
I gently cup her breasts. “You still hurting here?”
“Uh-huh.” She kisses my neck. “But it also feels good when you touch them. Just be careful.”
I break the kiss to look down. I tenderly feather the pad of my thumb over one nipple, cupping the weight of her breast in my palm.
“Oh.” Wheeler’s hand lands heavily on my shoulder.
I go still. “Too much?”
She shakes her head, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Good. Great. See? You’re so—yes, baby.”
I start thumbing the other nipple. “Say that again.”
“You’re so good at—”
“No. The other part.” I hold her eyes.
She bites her lip. “You like it when I call you baby.”
“Uh-huh.” I love when she smiles, recognizing that I’m repeating her breathless words. “I like it a lot.”
Keeping her eyes on mine, she reaches between us. Wraps her hand around my dick, thumbing my head just the way I like. Desire, urgent, cracks down my middle.
“I see that.”
“I’m not coming in your hand.” I reach for the showerhead. “I’m taking over, yeah? Lemme just give myself a quick scrub—”
“I’ll do it.” She grins. “You need it.”
The spiraling need between my legs becomes acute. “You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“All right, then. Soap. Hands. Now.”
Laughing softly, she does as I tell her, lathering up her hands with a good amount of soap. I watch as she washes me. She starts with my chest and shoulders. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head when she washes my hair, applying just the right pressure to my scalp to make my cock feel like it’s going to fall off.
She’s taking care of me. Same as I’ve cared for her.
I jump when her hands move to my armpits and jump again when she fists my dick and gives it a hard, slippery tug.
“Anything changed?” I grunt.
“What do you mean?”
“I got condoms under the sink—”
