Page 50 of Naughty November

“Don’t.” He rushed out the word. “Don’t stop. I didn’t want you to be careful with me. It’s not like I…” A harsh breath left him. “It’s not like I’m a stranger to toys.”

Fuck me. But he’d never bottomed for anyone before. I was the first.

Fucking hell.

Good luck stopping the possessiveness now…

I sank all the way in again, and I leaned over him to kiss his neck. “When you’re ready, I’ll fuck you properly.”

He let out an unsteady breath, and I could feel him trying to unclench.

I bet he felt vulnerable—and maybe defensive and angry, because he wasn’t used to being exposed.

“You see?” he said quietly. “I’d make a horrible partner for you.”

I exhaled and shook my head. “Bullshit.”

“But I’m not?—”

“Don’t say it,” I told him. “I don’t wanna hear it. I’ve known you for over twenty years, Max. I’ve lived through all your phases, and I don’t give a fuck.” I rubbed my nose along his neck. “Do you like pain? Do you like these adrenaline rushes? Do you like the fight?”

He nodded once.

I withdrew slowly and pushed in again. “So we’re both primal,” I murmured. “We’re both sadomasochists for takedowns. We’re Sadists and Tops.” I nipped at his flesh. “But I think we’ll both wanna experience the other side too. Because it’sus. It’s you and me.”

Feeling him more at ease physically, I set an unhurried pace, and another slow wave rolled in over us.

“You wanna get taken, don’t you, darlin’? You like this. You hate feeling vulnerable, but you can’t help but crave this right here. You’ve fantasized about it.” I let out a groan and felt the pleasure heat me up. My fucking hell, he felt amazing. “I stopped listening to your hangups about kink roles a long time ago.” And for the first time, only one word fit the bill in the end. The one that mattered. Which…admittedly, I’d never dared dream he’d want. “Now I understand why.”

“Why what?” he groaned.

“Why I stopped listenin’.” I couldn’t help it. I went a little fasterand harder. “They never made sense. They didn’t fucking matter.” Still didn’t.

“Just because—fuck.” He hissed in pain, not that it stopped him from moving with me. He was meeting my thrusts, pushing back every time I went deeper. “Just because you don’t care about those roles doesn’t mean others won’t.Icare.Icare about finding out what I am.”

“I already know,” I snapped. Fuck, he was getting to me. My fuse burned shorter for every thrust, and I was putting an end to this bullshit. “I’ll tell you what you are, Max.” I gripped his hip tightly and stopped holding back. “You’re fucking mine.”Holy fuck. Pleasure coursed through me like wildfire, and it felt indescribable to have that word out in the open. Mine. All mine. “My Sadist, my masochist, my primal motherfucker, my annoying goddamn dentist—the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with. You’re mine.”

My Top, my bottom, my better half.

He didn’t say anything, but I sensed he wanted to move. I eased back, and he immediately followed, and then he snaked an arm around my neck from behind. Fuck, that worked for me. We met in a messy kiss over his shoulder, and I groaned as he tugged at my hair.

“Be mine, darlin’. Only mine.”

He nodded jerkily and kissed me harder, and I couldn’t put words to the relief. He had to mean it. A single nod—and I’d take it. Consider that written in stone.

I reached around him and grabbed his cock, only to find he was already stroking himself off. But I took over, and I fucked him closer to our orgasms.

Every part of my body protested, and I had to change our positions again. I pushed him forward onto all fours, and I fucked him as hard as I could, with the water rolling in with more force.

He let out a loud moan that got me right to that edge, and I felt the familiar tingles at the back of my neck, slowly spreading and moving south.

“Fill me,” he breathed. “I’m so fucking close.”

So was I. I let my head fall back, and I breathed deeply as the pleasure crashed down on me. Eyes closed, forceful thrusts, tight grips—Ilet go. The instant every ounce of bliss centered in my lower stomach, I held my breath and started coming.

Over and over, I fucked my come deep into his ass, and he fueled my climax when he surrendered too. His sounds were so goddamn hot. He had a gritty groan I’d always found intoxicatingly sexy.

Something less sexy was the sound my knees made. They just reminded me I was on the wrong side of forty-five.