Chapter 19

With minimal movement so I won’t interrupt what he’s doing, I reach for the bedside table and the lube in the drawer. I pour a generous amount in my hand, wrap it around our cocks, and start pumping. I lean down, but stop before our mouths meet, close enough for his breath to caress my face. His eyelids are squeezed shut and his mouth opens, and every stroke of my hand pulls a delicious sound from his throat.

The pressure against my hole increases and I whisper, “I won’t kiss you again until you put it in.”

His eyelids fly open and he meets my gaze, sweat shining on his skin, breath ragged, hips moving as the muscles in his thighs flex and bunch underneath me.

“I’ve never been this turned on in my life,” he gasps, and his admission makes my cock throb. I can’t resist anymore and kiss him as though my sanity depended on it.