Page 218 of Becoming Us

He hesitated for a second before obeying.

Then I traced those same kisses up his spine until I could tilt his chin and meet his lips.

“Stay like that, okay? Just spread your legs a little and relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable, say the word and we stop.”

Atty nodded, twisting himself to kiss me a couple more times—like he was saving them for the road. Before I moved down, I grabbed the lube and settled myself between his thighs, kneeling over him and taking a second to appreciate the view beneath me.

His perfectly shaped, full cheeks—smooth, inviting, and ready to be worshipped. As they should be.

It started with a soft kiss to the swell, then a nibble. Then my hands circled them and grabbed on—hard. I spread him apart, not too much, careful not to make him feel overexposed. But fuck, he was so perfect it had to be a sin.

I inched closer, my thumb dipping into the crease and circling his rim. I couldn’t even begin to imagine being inside him. I stole a glance up—his back arched sinfully, elbows tucked in, head bowed between his shoulders. A fucking angel. If he’d sprouted wings right then, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised.

“I love you.” I started my kisses at his tailbone, working lower, inch by inch, until I reached my goal. I pressed one kiss there, lingering, letting him grow accustomed to the sensation before giving one firm lick.

My hands held him open, palms warming against his skin. I felt his muscles tense, then gradually loosen beneath my touch. I licked him again. Then again. Lapping over him until I felt himmelt beneath me. I inched even closer, pressing my lips to him and sucking softly.

His thighs trembled beside me, and a small gasp slipped from his throat.

I smiled, diving in fully now, focusing the strokes of my tongue to pull every sound I could. His hips began to rock back, seeking more.

I had more. So much more.

I spread him again—wider this time, now that he was relaxing into it.

Slapping his thigh lightly, I said, “Bend this leg up, sweetheart.” And he did without hesitation, granting me better access. I dropped back down, sucking harder, keeping my hips suspended above the mattress, denying myself any friction. Because those sounds—fuck, those sounds—were perfect.

I steadied myself with my thumb on his rim and pressed my tongue against him, keeping pressure there until his body gave in and I slid inside. Alternating between thrusting gently, then licking, then sucking, I kept going until he started grinding down, quite literally humping the bed.

Uncapping the lube, I slicked my fingers. I reluctantly pulled my mouth away, but stayed close—watching as one finger slipped inside him with almost no resistance.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, no trace of discomfort in his voice.

I curled my finger, giving him a beat to adjust before moving. I licked him again, then pressed in a second one.

No fucking resistance. None.

I was going to lose my mind.

Atty’s breath hitched as I pulled my fingers nearly all the way out before easing them back in.

“Does that feel good?”

He nodded, his forehead resting on the sheets. “Amazing,” he managed before falling into another groan.

“I’m going for three, okay? Get on your knees.”

Still on his forearms, he shifted, sticking his ass up, knees spread, hips arched—completely getting the assignment. I growled, diving back in, unable to stay away from him for long. The musky scent of him was perfect—heady—making my thoughts blur and scatter.

It was only the idea of sliding into him that made me pull back. I pressed two fingers in again, watched the way his body took them.

“More,” he said.

I nodded, my forehead resting against his thigh, watching intently as I slipped not two but three fingers in this time. There was resistance—just a little—but I went slow, easing him open, then thrusting gently.

“Noah,” Atty groaned, wrecked and wanting.

“Yeah?” I panted, brushing kisses over the curve of his back.