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“Keep going,” I urge between kisses. “If you take that finger out of my ass, I’m never speaking to you again.”
Gus chuckles against my mouth. “You’re such a freak, Ridgeway.”
Honestly? I am. I really am.
I press my tongue between his lips, taking more of his kiss. Deeper. Claiming him, even though I just made it abundantly clear to more than one spectator that Gus is the only man I want.
He moves towards the bedroom, briefly pulling his face away from mine in the process. He tugs on my hand, offering an affectionate squeeze, and I finally take a moment to note the bright expression on his face. It’s a rare show of excitement, a flash of liveliness that makes Gus look young. I’ve never desired a younger version of him. In fact, his smattering of gray hair and the budding creases around his eyes make me weak. But his unbridled, youthful need for me in this moment fills me with glee.
This feels different. This feels wonderful.
Frantically, I pull at his shirt. I want it off. Gone. I don’t want there to be anything between us anymore.
He strips to nothing and leaves his expensive clothes on the floor. His body is magnificent and he knows it. Proudly, he stands in front of me with his erection in his hand. Lackadaisical strokes bring him to full mast, his heavy and thick length aimed in my direction with the promise of a brutal encounter. My mouth waters, and I reach out to touch him.
“Sit,” he interjects before I can reach him. “Tonight is about you first.”
I do sit, tempted to tell him that a meaningful part of my own pleasure comes from touching his cock, but I’m certainly not one to object to being spoiled.
Moments later, he returns to the bed with the vibrator, studying it with an amused expression on his face. He flicks it on and off once. “I remember this.”
“Good memories?”
“The best.” He tosses it to me.
I catch it before Gus crests over me, pinning me to the bed. He takes each of my wrists in his hands and holds them above my head before he kisses my lips.
“Julia,” he murmurs, speaking with his mouth against mine.
“Yes.”
“Tell me I can do anything to you.”
I pull my eyebrows together. “Of course you can.”
“Say it,” he implores, desire thick in his voice.
“Why?”
“Say it. I want to hear it. I want to memorize the sound of every syllable passing over your lips and I want to think about it every damn minute we’re apart—if we ever have to be apart again. Tell me I can do anything to you.”
His gaze is intense and focused entirely on me. I bask in it, eager to let him see me—all of me. Every inch of my naked body and every facet of my soul.
“You can do anything to me, August,” I tell him before I raise my head to lick his lower lip. “Anything you want. Play with my body. Use it. Fuck it. I want everything you can give me.”
Satisfied, Gus presses his lips against mine before he says, “You’re brave, Ridgeway.”
“I am.”
He kisses my collarbone. “I’m going to ruin you for all other men,” he promises softly, the words hot as they skitter across my chest. “I’m going to make tonight so good for you, you’ll never suffer the indignity of fucking a man who isn’t me again.”
He’s so caught up, he doesn’t recognize the finality of his words, but I do. Deep down, he wants it to be him and me, serving only each other, for a long time. The thought fills me with warmth, but I don’t say a word. There’s time later. We have plenty of time. After all, neither of us is going anywhere.
Still focused on the task at hand, Gus presses the head of his lubed cock against my asshole and works through the ring of muscle. I groan through the initial pain of the intrusion, but breathe out.
It feels incredible.
He continues to work into me, careful to read my cues before he enters me more deeply. The stretch and sting have me clawing for handfuls of the sheets, but I inhale and exhale deeply, grateful for the occasional kiss Gus leaves on my forehead.
