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“So good.” His voice held that dreamy quality that told me he was deep into the role-play. His eyes were a bit glassy, but he was still focused on me.

“Yeah it is. Fuck, baby. You look so hot right now. So perfect. Are you fucking yourself?”

He nodded, his breathing rough and labored.

“So hot. Do you want more?”

“Please.”

“You’re okay, baby.” I rubbed his stomach above his hot spot so I didn’t overwhelm him. “Now slip in another finger, but don’t play with your prostate. Not yet.”

He huffed out a frustrated grumble.

I smiled at his miffed expression. “Are you going to be good for me and fuck yourself with two fingers?”

“Yessssss.” He sank back on his hand. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s it, baby. So good. Get yourself nice and ready for me, okay?”

He rocked his hips, fucking himself on his fingers.

Holy hell, that was hot.

“Now three.”

He obeyed with another blissed-out moan, a small pool of precum gathering on my stomach as he leaked for me.

I cleared my suddenly arid throat and swiped the lube off the bed. The time for teasing was over. “Ready for me?”

“So ready.” He pulled his fingers free and leaned over me, one hand on either side of my ribs. “Need you, River.”

“You’ve got me, baby.” Fumbling since I couldn’t see what I was doing, I flipped the cap open and squirted some lube into my hand.

Haden grunted impatiently.

“Almost ready, baby. Just let me get nice and slick for you.” Wrapping my hand around my length, I spread the lube over myself.

Not willing to completely give up touching him, I traced my fingers over his hole.

He froze and held still for me.

Gently, I dipped my finger inside him.

He was tight and hot and felt different from the other times I’d fingered him, but that was mostly because of the angles. I couldn’t turn my wrist enough to rub his prostate and instead focused on making sure he was nice and prepped.

He’d told me it had been over a year since he’d had sex. I loved his eagerness, but I’d never forgive myself if I hurt him because I was too impatient to pay attention to his needs.

“River,” he moaned, rocking back on my hand. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”

“I will.”

“Now,” he grumbled when I didn’t stop.

“Soon.”

“Ugh.” He squeezed his eyes closed.

“Look at me.”