Page 77 of P.S. I Loathe You
“Can I choose nowhere?”
He groans and tosses the tablet aside. “If that’s what you really want, I guess I’ll just have to deal with the gut-wrenching disappointment of not having your naked body permanently etched onto my skin.”
I give him a playful tap on the cheek. “I’m sure you’ll get over it.”
“Don’t think this means I’m giving up completely on having your likeness inked on me,” he warns. “Maybe I could have a cartoon version of you on my bum? With little devil horns…”
“What would be the point? You’d never be able to see it.”
He casts a sly grin. “Yeah, but you’d see it every time you rimmed me and it’d drive you mental. That’d be fun.”
I can tell he’s starting to get excited about this idea already; maybe I was too quick to scorn the naked sketch? At least with that the decision over where to put it was mine.
I arch a brow at him. “Maybe I’ll just stop giving you rim jobs?”
He chuckles. “As if you could stay away from this arse.”Damn it. He has a point.
“Your arrogance knows no bounds,” I say with a chuckle, climbing on top of him and lowering my mouth to his.
“Well, I have a lot to be arrogant about,” he murmurs against my lips. “As you know.”
I trail kisses over his jaw, letting out a soft groan as our cocks slide against each other. “You might have to show me again. My memory’s fuzzy.”
“I was actually thinking today you could show me.”
My head snaps up and I gaze at him in confusion. “Huh.”
He offers a soft smile, his hand coming up to run along my jaw. “I want you inside me today.”
“But…” I trail off. I’ve never actually asked Wes whether or not he’s an exclusive top; I always just assumed based on the roles we fell into at the start of our relationship, but now I guess I have my answer. “I don’t know if I can do it the way you do,” I say a little nervously.
Don’t get me wrong, I know what I’m doing on top; but let’s not kid ourselves, I just don’t have the strength or stamina to take Wes in that hard, demanding way he likes to take me. The way Ilovebeing taken.
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Don’t worry, that’s not what I want. I just want to feel you.”
The look on his face is so sincere, I know I can’t possibly deny him.
I nod and drop a soft kiss to his lips. “Okay.”
I scramble over to the bedside table to retrieve the bottle of lube we keep there before returning to Wes, cloaking him with my body once again. I have no idea how long it’s been since he bottomed, but I’d bet good money it’s been quite a while, so I’m determined to take my time with the prep. I want to make this as perfect for him as I possibly can.
“That’s enough,” Wes grates out after about ten minutes of fingering. “Anymore and I’ll come like this.”
I’m tempted to tease and taunt him like he does with me sometimes when I’m begging for his cock, but I’m far to desperate to get inside him. I honestly have no idea where Wes finds his restraint in those situations.
I withdraw my fingers and add some lube to my cock, before positioning myself at his entrance and pushing inside.