Page 72 of Heal Me, Love Me
“Jesus.” His voice cracked. “That feels so good.”
I released him before he could come.
His eyes snapped open. “Are you serious?”
“You wanted me to take my time.”
“No, I specifically said Ididn’twant that.”
“Oh, right. That was me.” I winked.
“You’re an asshole.”
He reached for me, but I moved off the bed and shoved my shorts down. His attention dropped to the outline of my shaft, and the look he gave me made my hand pause at my boxers.
“Keep looking at me like that, and this is going to be quick.”
“I already told you I’m fine with fast.”
“I’m not.”
His gaze lifted. “Then get over here.”
I kicked off the rest of my clothes, grabbed the lube from my bag, and climbed back onto the mattress between his opened thighs. Keaton reached for me again, and this time I let him. His palm fisted around my length, stroking me from base to tip, and my arms nearly gave out.
“There he is,” he murmured.
“Don’t get smug.”
“You love my mouth.”
“I do.” I rolled against him, my cock sliding along his as precum leaked between us. “But right now, I want it busy doing something else.”
His lips parted, and I kissed him before he could answer. Then I moved lower, flipped the cap on the lube, and squeezed some onto my fingers. The first touch of my slicked up fingers to his puckered rim made his breath catch, so I rubbed it over and over until his legs opened wider.
“Relax,” I whispered.
“I’m trying.”
“You’re trying to rush me.”
“Because you’re taking forever.”
I pushed one finger inside him, and his protest turned into a moan.
“Say that again.”
He held onto my shoulder. “Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan.”
His head tipped back, and his next breath came out uneven. I moved my finger in slow, shallow strokes at first, giving his body time even when his mouth was done waiting. When he started pushing back against my fingers, I gave him another one.
His nails scraped over my back. “There.”
I did it again, curling my fingers, and he caught my wrist, holding me right where he wanted me.
“There?” I asked.
