I'm Not in Love
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Remi kneels upright now, licking his lips. “It was memorable—the way you lost yourself to sensation.”
No, I lost myself to you…
“It’s my turn tosee what ‘carried away’ looks like on you,” I offer in a squeaky voice I don’t recognize.
The smug way his lip tugs up in one corner makes me want him even more. “Your wish—you must be starting to realize—is always my command.”
“Just lie down and let me get between yourlegs.”
“That’s not how…” Shaking his head, Remi rephrases, “I’m gonna lean over you on the bed.”
He’s taking charge—more of what I crave. How does he know? “That’ll work too.”
To reward my pleasing response, I receive an honest grin. “Y-yeah, it surely will.”
Remi climbs toward the headboard, positions his knees on either side of my face, and proceeds… to make love to me. He isn’t overly aggressive, nor is he frenzied. He moves smoothly in and out of my mouth, softly groaning his pleasure.
“Tristan, you’re so… so everything… oh, God… baby… I’m here for you….” He releases a breathy stream of confessions I’m certain he’s unaware he’s speaking aloud.
One more time, I run my tongue over the head of his dick to the melody of his blooming moans. When he comes, it’s with a sob, and then a sweet, almost surprised, sentiment.
“You make me happy.”