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He moved his fingers down a little, exploring carefully. When he found my entrance, he teased gently, as if making sure he wasn’t crossing a line. I rocked my hips some more, moaning into his kiss, and he definitely got the message—two fingers slid inside.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, arching my back as he worked his magic both inside and out.

“Like that?” He was grinning, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. As if he really wasn’t sure I was into this.

“Are you kidding?” I slurred. “That is so good.”

He claimed my mouth again, and fuck me, I couldn’t get enough of anything he did.

I didn’t want to hog the fun, though, so I wrapped my fingers around his dick, and I was rewarded with a gasp and a mumbled, “Jesus fuck.”

Then we were making out again. He fingered me as I stroked him, and before long, we were both breathing so hard, it was a miracle we could still kiss.

It had been way, way too long since I’d been with someone who was this enthralled with my responses. Someone who was clearly driven by what I liked and how I reacted.

Sex that’s a two-way street—what a fucking concept.

I could have easily come again just like this, but that wasn’t what I wanted this time. I wanted his dick. Right the hell now. I didn’t care where or in what position—I just needed every inch of him buried in me. Now .

I broke the kiss to tell him exactly that, but he spoke first.

“Do you, um…” Trev licked his lips. “Do you still like it when someone goes down on you?”

Oh. Oh, now that was an intriguing thought.

I squeezed his hand between my thighs as I squirmed. “I love it.”

“Yeah?” He laughed softly and blushed. “I swear I’m better at it than I was as a teenager.”

I snorted. “Baby, we’re all better at this than we were as teenagers. And yes, I fucking love it, so be my guest.”

His grin made my toes curl. So did the way he kissed me until I was panting all over again.

“One request, though?” I asked as I tried to catch my breath.

He raised his eyebrows.

Grinning, I said, “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to be dicked down. And I really, really want it.”

Trev licked his lips. “So go down on you, and then plow you like a driveway in Calgary?”

I snorted, and he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t word it quite like that,” I said, still laughing. “But yes. Please .”

The heat in his eyes had me squirming all over again.

“Hell yeah,” he purred, and kissed me one more time.

And then…

Oh, hell. Trev pushed my thighs apart, and he went to town on me. His tongue—oh fuck, his tongue was perfect. Even better than his fingers had been—just enough pressure to light up every nerve ending, not so much that I got overly sensitive.

I was sometimes too tense to come like this, especially after I’d already gotten off once. I was too afraid the soft touches would turn hard enough to hurt, and it was impossible to relax enough to get off.

That… was not an issue this time.

For the first time in I didn’t know how long, I was completely relaxed. Completely surrendered to my partner’s ministrations, confident he could—just like he always had—read me well enough to know if it was too much, too little, or just right.

It was just right. Holy fuck, it was exactly right.

Perfect circles that got faster but not harder.

The odd hum or moan to let me know this turned him on as much as it did me.

The way he held my hips firmly, but not painfully.

Everything about his touch said that even after all these years, he was still intuitive enough to keep me sliding into delicious bliss, and he was determined to do exactly that.

I closed my eyes and let him lick and tease me until I was ready to lose my damn mind.

And he kept going, gently drawing me toward that brink with all the eagerness of a needy, horny man and all the patience of someone whose biggest turn-on in the world was his partner’s pleasure.

I raked my hands through his wet hair, and he rewarded me with a muffled whimper.

As I stared down at him, he flicked his eyes up to meet mine, and that was nearly enough to send me into oblivion. The fire in his eyes. The heat. The hunger. The desire in his touch. All from the most amazing man I’d ever known.

Oh my God, I can’t believe you want me this much.

But I couldn’t not believe it. Every sweep of his tongue or thrum of his voice chased away that disbelief, and if any remained, they turned to ash in the heat of his undeniable arousal.

I wanted him to make me come, but more than that, I wanted him to fuck me. And if he got me off a second time, I’d be way too sensitive.

“T-Trev…” Almost sobbing with pleasure and need, I pleaded, “Fuck me. Please. Until I can’t—” I ran out of words, but from his low groan, he read me loud and clear.

Before I could even find my breath, he was over me in an instant, and we both gasped as he thrust inside.

Trev moaned, letting his head fall beside mine.

He withdrew slowly, then slammed in again, and I dug my nails into his back.

His very average-sized dick was exactly perfect to fill me completely and turn my vision white.

Every thrust had me calling out things I didn’t even understand, and that was to say nothing of the helpless, choked sounds he made as he fucked me.

I pushed a hand between us, and he lifted up just enough to let me start teasing myself. As soon as I did, he groaned, and a shudder ran up his spine as he murmured, “Holy fuck, you’re so tight .”

He thrust himself home again, and all I could do was moan and babble, pleading for more and harder and faster and more , and Trev delivered.

He used those strong thighs and that powerful ass to ride me so hard he knocked the breath out of me while I kept working myself closer and closer to the edge.

I couldn’t get enough. I was so damn turned on, so absolutely ready for his every thrust, and as good as I felt in that moment, I may as well have been coming already.

The whole room spun. My whole body was electrified.

I heard myself crying out his name and begging for more, but mostly I was just consumed with this white-hot pleasure of him moving inside me.

“Oh God,” he whispered shakily. “God, I’m gonna come.

I’m…” He trailed off into a moan and rode me even harder, and that was all I needed.

My orgasm had been building for a while, but it still seemed to come out of nowhere.

I cried out and arched and swore and absolutely lost myself as he rode me through wave after wave of pure bliss.

I rocked my hips to drive him on, and then he thrust as deep as he could and cried out as he came too.

He gave a few more sharp, erratic thrusts, as if he could get just a little deeper, and then he slumped over me, shaking and panting.

Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down. He buried his face against my neck, and for a long, perfect moment, we just lay like that—Trev still inside me, the two of us tangled up in each other as we trembled and caught our breath.

I stroked his hair and smiled to myself.

Because this was perfect.