“Two. Go right for the good stuff,” I commanded, shifting my knees under me and sticking my ass up to make it even easier for him.
“Bossy and greedy.” He bent to lightly nip at my ass cheek before slicking his fingers.
“You know it.” My words ended on a moan as he drew slick circles around my rim.
“Lucky for you, it seems to work for me.” Following orders, he used two fingers to touch and tease, gradually working me open. “Nothing about this is usual for me. You’re one surprise after another.”
I liked being that for him, so I shifted so I could beam at him. “Good. And so are you.”
“Excellent.” He waggled his eyebrows at me, a wicked leer, before pushing his fingers forward. My head fell back onto the pillow, and all I could do was moan as he took me at my word and went right for my spot, delving deep.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.” I rocked up to meet his fingers. “More.”
And God love him, Duncan didn’t make me play begging games or tease me, immediately trying to comply, going for a deeper, more intense stretch. “This?”
“Yeah. Like that. More.” I fucked myself on his fingers.
“So demanding,” he chided, tone downright affectionate.
“You can get a move on any time. Fuck me.”
“You calling me slow?” Withdrawing his fingers and wiping them on my discarded towel, he took care of the condom.
“Depends on how fast you can fuck me.” I winked at him. I’d been expecting him to fuck me in this position, ass up, but he manhandled me onto my side, more of that unexpected affection and care. And damn, him spooning me was about a thousand times more intense than if he’d taken me on my knees. Felt like he was holding far more than my body.
Adjusting our positions so he was holding my leg, he eased in gradually with short, shallow thrusts.
Simply the tip of his cock was overwhelming, and I let out a breathy moan. “Okay, slow isn’t terrible. Fuck. You’re practically packing a soda can.”
“I’ll take the compliment.” Laughing, he withdrew only to come back slicker, using the slippery pressure to slide deeper, stretch more bearable now. And then he cocked his hips, finding the perfect angle to press against my spot, and my moans shifted to lower and needier.
“Damn. Yes, all the compliments for you. Just keep doing that,” I babbled. He was hard and thick and everywhere all at once, and I loved it so much I trembled from wanting more and more.
“This?” Holding me closer, he had one arm around my chest, the other resting underneath me, palm splayed on my stomach. I’d never felt so secure, so safe during a fuck before. He made me feel like I could shatter into a million pieces, and he’d be there to patiently put me back together and ensure I didn’t lose any essential parts. That sort of security made it easy to truly let go, riding out the fuck, closing my eyes, and feeling on a level I wasn’t sure I ever had.
“Touch me,” I demanded, yanking his hand lower. I wanted this to go on and on, but the insistent throbbing in my cock was getting impossible to ignore.
“That’s right. Show me what you need.” Duncan sounded pleased at my bossiness, like he genuinely appreciated my directions. He was too perfect. An overwhelming tide of emotions washed over me, threatening to pull me under.
“It’s almost too much,” I gasped even as my hips rocked, chasing more of his touch.
“I’ve got you,” he soothed, free hand stroking my chest, the other hand rewarding me with a firmer grip when I relaxed more against him. “That’s it. Let me make you feel good.”
“You are. So good, Duncan,” I praised him in between moans, and the way he thrilled to my praise was every bit as good as his hard, unerringly accurate thrusts. His chest and abs were granite slabs behind me, the sort of strength a person could sag against, lose themselves in. And the tension in his muscles said he was holding back his own pleasure, focusing solely on me. I had a heady rush of power every time he grunted or gasped, restraint evident in every broken sound. Each surge of pleasure carried me closer and closer to the edge until I was gasping right along with him. “Close. Fuck. I’m too close.”
“Good,” he growled, leaning in to nibble at my earlobe. “Want to get you there. Tell me what you need.”
Sweetest man ever, letting me direct his hand with mine. “Tighter. Faster. Fuck. Like that. More. Duncan.”
“I’m here.” He pressed a kiss to the back of my sweaty neck, and I tipped my head back, searching for his mouth.
“Kiss me.”
“Oh yeah.” He groaned like he’d been waiting for exactly that order before kissing me like his life depended on it. The angle was awkward, but his mouth against mine was utter perfection. Heat sparked all along my spine, balls drawing up, ass tightening. He moaned, so I clenched again, more deliberately.