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I freeze.
My heart claps harshly against my chest, a frantic bird slamming into a window. It jitters in the cavity of my ribs, uncertain, but aroused.
So. Fucking. Aroused.
“You watched me?”
Our eyes never break contact. Neither of us even blink. We stare into the other’s soul as layers are peeled back on our darkest secrets.
“Every night. I imagined you riding my cock like that. Taking me deep. Riding me the way you did this morning.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Did ... did you touch yourself?”
He gives the faintest nod.
We’re sitting so close. There’s no missing the hard bulge growing between us or the way it’s pressed right up against my center, but I’m trying.
We stay so still, whispering secrets we both know no one else would ever understand.
“Did you cum?”
Again, he nods with just the slightest inclination of his head.
“In my flowers?” I half tease.
He draws in a breath. Shakes his head.
I’m breathing hard and I don’t know why. “Where?”
Rhys lowers his face. Brushes his mouth over mine in a feather light whisper before leaving the words on my skin.
“On you. In you.” He nips my bottom lip between his teeth. Sucks once. “After you’d fall asleep.”
Shit.
Fuck.
“Rhys...”
I kiss him hard and desperate. My arms tighten around his neck, flattening my chest to his as I press him closer.
Part of me always suspected something was happening when I’d wake up with my lips coated in crusty, white flakes. Other times, I had an odd taste in my mouth or an extra sticky spot on my skin. I never paid all that much attention to the mysterious occurrences. Never once did I ever think the man of my dirtiestfantasies was climbing up to watch me get myself off with him in mind.
“Did you fuck me, Rhys?”
Rhys shakes his head. “Fingers only. Sometimes my tongue.”
Still. God, that image. That visual has me practically coming apart at the seams.
“I want you to fuck me next time,” I tell him. “I want you to spread my legs and use me to cum. I want to wake up with you deep inside me.”
A muscle hardens in his jaw, mirroring the harsh pull of his hand in my hair dragging my head back.
“My perfect, little cum whore.”
I shiver at the name and wiggle against the dick I can’t get enough of. My lips settle over his as he folds me tighter into his chest.
Yours. Only yours.
