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He didn’t stick to my cheek. I closed my eye as he spurted cum onto my eyebrow, my forehead.

He moved his tip to my lips, coating them.

I moaned, licking my lips, couldn’t help myself, licked his tip.

He groaned and pushed a few inches inside my mouth, but quickly withdrew, my tongue licking him on the way out.

When he was done, he pulled back to take in his work, my hair still gripped firmly in his hand.

One eye was squinted closed, but I watched him back. I licked my lips again. “My face. You wanted to come all over my face?” My tone was dry.

He stared at me like he couldn’t decide whether to be horrified with himself or do it again.

I licked my lips again and watched his expression break.

“Apparently,” he stated.

“Useful intel,” I mused.

“You asked.”

“I did. To be honest, it’s better than I thought. You like my face, huh?”

He didn’t answer that, but I would’ve sworn he was flushing as he turned and walked away. He disappeared into my bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth.

The absurd tenderness of him carefully cleaning my face after what he had just done nearly had me fighting not to smile.

He started kissing me again. He laid me back on the bed, climbing on top of me.

I opened my legs so he had to climb between.

He rubbed his chest against mine, making hungry little noises of distress that I just loved.

“I feel like you made us do everything backwards,” he told me. “You got naked before we even kissed.”

I laughed. “What order did you want to do it in, then?”

He kissed me once, twice, drew back. “No clue, I had no plan, but I know what I want to do next,” was his answer.

“Do it, then,” I told him.

He did. This time he took his time.

His hands moved over me as though he had been denied the right to touch me for years and intended to recover every lost second.

Maybe he had. I wanted to hope he had.

He cupped my breasts carefully at first, thumbs sweeping over me until I arched into his hands.

That got rid of careful.

His mouth followed. Warm kisses over skin. His tongue. His teeth when I made the mistake of reacting too strongly and apparently taught him exactly what I liked.

He learned fast. Way too fast.

I caught handfuls of his hair and stopped trying to be quiet.

He kissed lower. Over my ribs, avoiding the worst scratch until I tugged his hair and pointedly reminded him of his promise. “Say it.”