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Relaxing my jaw, I gripped his ass tight, helping move him harder and faster as I let him use me.
“Fuck, River. You look so hot like this. Feel so good.” He moaned and held onto the headboard with both hands.
I gave his ass a little slap. Not enough to sting, just hard enough to show him how much I was enjoying this.
He pulled out of my mouth with a strangled sound. “Too much. I’m not gonna last.”
“Take your pants off and flip over.”
He froze.
“Take your pants off and flip over,” I added a touch of command to my voice.
He wet his lips and moved off me. I took a moment to calm the fuck down as he stripped off his pants and briefs.
“How do you want me?” he asked when he was naked, tension bleeding into his voice.
“Sit on my face, facing my feet. I want to rim you.”
His lips parted in a silent gasp.
I gave his ass another tap. “Are you going to sit on my face or not?”
Another impish grin tilted his lips, and then he was straddling my chest and settling over my face.
Holy fuck. This was the first time I’d seen him from this angle.
His hole clenched around nothing. Goddamn, that was sexy.
Using my hands, I split his cheeks apart and licked his hole.
I’d fingered him, but I’d been dreaming about getting him exactly like this for weeks.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, one hand landing on my thigh as he fell forward.
His skin was warm and velvet soft, and the way he wiggled and pushed back against my tongue was as hot as getting to finally put my mouth on him.
“Don’t hide yourself,” I said when he made a muffled sound, like he was covering his mouth. “Let me hear it.”
His answering moan was loud and low and sent more shivers up my spine.
Holding him in pace with my hands on his hips, I attacked his hole, licking and kissing and probing at it with my tongue. Hayden’s cries echoed in the room, loud and needy and so damn perfect.
“Stop.” He gasped. “Too much.”
I pulled back and sucked in a deep breath.
“Need you in me.” Hayden flipped around and pressed against my chest, his mouth hungry as he kissed me hard and deep. “Fuck me.”
“Take my pants off.”
It took a bit of work to get my jeans off, and we were both laughing by the time he tossed them on the floor.
“Remind me to wear sweats from now on.” I ran my hands up and down his smooth back.
“Or jeans that aren’t vacuum sealed to these tree trunks.” He gripped my thighs and squeezed. “Jesus, you’re built.”
I took a moment to look at him. He was perfect. Every inch of him, from his long legs to his soft stomach and the smattering of dark blond hair on his chest, was perfect.