Trust - Page 103

“Just like that, I love that.”

Okay. I could do this. I slid the plug out, then in again. Out. Replaced it with my finger. God, I loved this. The sounds he was making. The lube. This whole thing.

I kept going, playing with the plug and my fingers, keeping it easy, steady, smooth, until he was shivering so hard that I kind of… Yeah. I had to laugh.

Him. Me.

And this.

I got up and slung his legs over my shoulders, laughed some more as he handed me a condom like he knew exactly what would happen.

I got my dick all slathered up and pressed into him, leaned over. Tried to get my body to calm down enough that I could just look at him.

“Baby,” he said.

“Baby yourself.” I smiled.

“It’s scary how easy this is,” he whispered.

“It’s…wonderful.”

That was no lie. Especially as I started to move. Small slides in and out of him, my legs soon finding that position where I could fuck him and kiss him.

Multi-tasking like a pro. Another smile on my face. A droplet of sweat running down my nose.

“Reubs,” he panted. “You’re amazing.”

“I know.”

He laughed. I did too, little giggles escaping as I fucked into him, the familiar static building in my brain as I let myself go. Holding onto his hips, letting that nice slapping sound soothe everything. In. Out. Harder, Faster. Better. Slower. Oh God.

My orgasm claimed me almost by surprise. His hand was still moving at speed over his length.

One more. Just one.

His head bent back, his mouth open in that final breath where everything just stopped.

I knew the feeling. I knew how good it was, and my brain was still in a haze as I pulled out and bent down, took his dick into my mouth.

Panting. Groans. My mouth filling with everything that he was.

Sweet. Salty. Funny. Mine.

I licked him clean. Swallowed every drop he fed me.

I didn’t even question it, because he was right. He always had been.

When I was with him, I lived in a bubble. A glass house of happiness where everything was calm. So bloody calm as I collapsed against his chest, welcoming his breath against my forehead, his fingers combing through my hair.

“Baby,” he whispered.

“I’m not going to say it.”

“Dick.”

I laughed. Smiled into his skin.

“G?”