“Don’t do that,” Eddie said. “If this is going to happen, I need you to talk to me, beautiful.”
Kaeva groaned, but he rested his cheek on the mattress, eyes shut. “I’m no good at it.”
“You don’t have to be.” Eddie kissed along Kaeva’s cheek and licked the rim of Kaeva’s ear. Kaeva shuddered, floored that so many nerves could be in one tiny bit of flesh. “All you have to say is ‘Good’ or ‘No,’ okay?”
Kaeva’s stomach filled with ravenous butterflies. A lump lodged in his throat, and he weirdly wanted to go break something and also wanted to curl up in the fetal position. Maybe have Eddie hold him.
Eddie didn’t say anything. He rested on top of Kaeva, heavy and reassuring. Kaeva thought about what it’d be like to have Eddie’s tongue on his asshole again. His lower body clenched. What would it be like to have to more than Eddie’s tongue? What would it be like to experience what he had loved watching Eddie feel when Kaeva had fucked Eddie?