Page 64 of Structure of Love

Determination flooded through me. I would not let him down. He trusted me, which meant I needed to pull out all the stops.

I lifted his face with one hand and leaned in, kissing him gently. Felt him shudder a little. “Thank you. For trusting me. I’ll do my best. If at any point you want to stop or flip things, that’s fine. Need a safe word?”

Gage huffed out a sound, almost a laugh, but his expression was optimistic and almost relieved? His hand found mine, our fingers twining together, and I let him fidget with my fingers as he worked his thoughts out.

“I almost said no, but you know what, a safe word actually holds appeal.”

“All right. Got one in mind?”

“Uh, no?”

“How about apples?”

“Apples works.” Gage tilted his head in question. “Although I’m curious as to why that popped into your head?”

“I love apples. Favorite fruit.”

“Ah-ha. I’ll file that away.”

I stood, eager to start, but with a little trepidation mixed in. I hoped I could provide a better experience so he was at least open to bottoming. But if he was truly a top, he’d be okay but not in love with it, which was fine. I just didn’t want to be the guy to cement that bottoming sucked.

Gage kept his hand in mine as I drew him back to the bedroom. His nerves were visible, but he kept pace with me, not backing down.

When I felt the backs of my legs hit the bed, I stopped, pulled him into my arms, and leaned in for a kiss. I loved kissing this man. He liked kissing, it was obvious in how he kissed me, and the delight filtering through my body at having him pressed close was perfection.

Gage was the one who took the kiss deeper, made it dirty, and I groaned around the tongue in my mouth. Yeah, baby, trust yourself to me. I’ve got you.

We pulled back enough to lose shirts, carelessly tossing them aside. I opened his pants, got one hand down the front, and gave his dick some attention. Gage thrust up into my fingers, and I knew he was enjoying himself immensely. There was something I wanted to see—a testing of the waters, if you would.

I put two fingers in his mouth, let him suck them, get them nice and wet, before I drew them out again. I kept my eyes on his as I stroked his tight, furled ring. A delicate tremor went throughGage. I wasn’t going to finger fuck him like this, but I did push one finger up to the knuckle, teasingly, and did a little abortive slide in and out.

A full-body shudder ran through him, his hands gripping my waist so hard it was almost painful. And thesoundthat came out of him? Pure sex.

Not sure if he liked bottoming, eh?

I’d make my man fly apart, and I couldn’t wait to see him melt into a sated puddle under me.

21

Gage

I lay naked on the edge of the bed, my ass in Logan’s hands, legs over his shoulders, and for once incredibly happy to be on my back. I’d never been rimmed in my life and— A shudder ripped through me as his tongue fucked my hole. Oh my fucking god, how was this so good? His breath, hot on my skin, the sensuality of his mouth working, thesoundshe made, the way his hands held me close, even the gentle scratch of his beard against my bare skin—it all unraveled any hesitation I might have felt. I was utter putty in this man’s hands and loved every second of it.

I was hard as a rock, almost leaking pre-come, but I refused to touch my cock. If I did, I’d get off almost immediately, and I didn’t want this to end yet. I knotted my fingers into the sheets, giving myself some kind of grounding, because I felt like I was flying apart.

He pulled free, and I almost protested. Sir, I did not give you approval to do that!

Then two fingers slid in and my protest died, replaced with an animalistic groan I didn’t even recognize coming out of myown throat.Yes, that was what I wanted, but it wasn’t at the same time, I wanted…wanted something to go deeper, harder.

Hot breath breezed over my balls before Logan’s plush lips sucked them in. I whimpered, pleasure overloading my system, but the glide of a tongue over a sensitive area was too delicious. I didn’t want him to stop.

Logan slowly stood from his kneeling position, and knowing what he wanted to do next, I didn’t protest when he pulled mouth and fingers free. I felt dazed, hungry, suspended in pure emotion. I’d put myself completely in this man’s hands, relinquished all control, and for the first time in my life, I reveled in it. No responsibilities, no cares, just following where Logan led. It was, in a word, blissful.

I had no idea when he’d put a condom on, I didn’t have that kind of focus, I just registered it as he slowly lined up and pushed steadily, gently in. Having his big cock slide in made my entire system come alive in a way I’d never experienced before. I arched, head tilting back, hands in the sheets becoming a stranglehold. Still, he pushed in, and that incredible heat felt like a brand. Or a revelation. I wasn’t even sure anymore, just knew I wanted more of it.

He slid home with a grunt, eyes heavy lidded as he looked down at me. “How are you, honey?”

I wanted to tell him if he stopped now, I’d murder him. I wanted to tell him to start fucking, and do it hard. I couldn’t grasp the words I needed. Keep…something. I opened my mouth, scrambling for words, and came up with “Not apples.”