Page 88 of All For You Duet

Need weighs his eyes down though they’re looking up at me.

“Yes.”

“Only if I get to taste yours too.”

He agrees by burying his face between my legs, his tongue slurping up shower water, and my desire. Fuck, I’ve missed him. I roll my hips, sliding over his mouth, his nose diving in deep. He groans when I clench his hair, controlling my glide over his face.

“Is it sweet?” Looking down, I marvel at his show. “Is my pussy sweet on your mouth?”

“Fuck yes,” he murmurs before his fingers thrust in hard. “Come on.” He curls them deep inside. They’re so fucking long, like everything else on him, that they’re doing it again, that new insanity I crave, the one he floods my body with.

“Drip it down my hand, Cade.”

I lean into his pressure, grabbing the back of his head for balance, for more of this thrill, and we both moan at his suffocation. I lose my mind to his touch, letting the orgasm he gives me shred the breath from my lungs as I scream out for him. Shaking, the lush frazzle of my release glosses his face. I moan and drip again when I hear his bellow into my tender flesh. Grabbing the glass door, I’m going to collapse. I need to lie down, to revel in this amazing demise while it leaves my body, but I won’t. I need his pleasure, too, more than my own.

“Redix,” I huff. “Please.”

He stands up, wrapping his arm around me to replace my depleted strength but also to pull me into his favorite kiss. The one that tastes like me. I let him take my mouth until I feel my legs again.

“It’s your turn,” I sigh, “however you want, but we do this together.”

Pressing his forehead to mine, silence holds him. I’m scared he’ll change his mind.

“On your bed,” he finally says.

He’s demanding my trust too. But I’m ready. Only he’s allowed in my heart, in my bed. It’s been my sanctuary all these years, but now… he is.

The white bedspread barely sinks when I turn and sit on the edge of it. Standing steps away with a wild look in his eyes, I know he wants this. Pressed underneath his jeans, his cock is hanging hard for it.

“Lay in the middle.” He pauses. “On your back with your head on a pillow and spread your legs for me.”

I obey.

Why I’m spreading my thighs, I don’t know until he opens my nightstand and takes out my most indulgent purchase. It’s purple, made to thrust inside while a dual flutter tongue is on it. It was expensive but with forty-four settings? Nope, it’s priceless.

He studies it for a second before pressing a button. It’s obvious what he can do to me with it. But not what I get to do to him. I wait, refraining from any demands until he makes his.

“We only do this if you’re getting pleasure too.”

I nod, watching him climb my way. Redix, back here with me, beside me on my soft bed, it’s almost too much. The tenderness of it. The memories it brings. The vulnerability it creates.

He knows it, crawling to kneel beside my head; he can see it in my eyes, so he asks again, “Are you sure?”

My mouth is watering. “Yes.”

“No hands, okay? Let me be in charge.”

“Okay.”

I’ve never felt so safe and so exposed at the same time.

The low hum of my toy fills the room. He tickles it, teasing it around my pussy, gauging my reaction and my lips part at the pleasure—both pairs—opening with the need.

Watching his hand unbutton his jeans, I’m rapt by the sight. I swallow, ready for his full reveal. Pushing his jeans down his thighs, my heart stammers at his proud erection springing free and at our tattoo, inches away from it.

Our tattoo.

I see his eyes take in mine too. Something flashes across them while I can’t stop my hips from rolling for his gaze, for the toy he’s teasing through my sex.

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