I pulled him inside and toward the couch, but he paused long enough to kick off his shoes, which nearly caused both of us to topple over, laughing.
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
He pressed his hips into mine. “I can tell.” He chuckled. “I am too.”
I toed off my wet socks, then pulled him onto the couch. I needed to feel his weight on me and craved skin-on-skin contact. Amos stretched out on top of me, and I thrust against him, needing more.
“You’re so sexy when you’re desperate.” Amos dragged his hand down my chest, then slid it under my T-shirt, flicking his finger over my sensitive nipple.
“Need you.” Everything was confusing, stressful, uncertain—Amos’s presence was the only thing setting me to rights.
Amos stood and pulled me to my feet. “I need more room to work. Let’s go to your bed.”
We stumbled down the hallway, breathless, my heart pounding, kissing whatever skin we could reach. Once we crossed the threshold to my bedroom, Amos pushed me against the wall.
He kissed across my jaw and slid a hand into my jeans, cupping me like he had that first night, but now it was skin on skin.
“What do you need, baby?”
My toes curled at the endearment. “You in the mood to top?” I had to feel him inside me.
“I’m in the mood to make you feel good. Hell yes, I’ll top.” Amos punctuated his statement with a knee-weakening kiss, then spun us around and walked me back to the bed. Between kisses, we stripped each other naked and tumbled onto my bed.
My frantic, desperate need for him turned into something more tender the more he touched me. Soft brushes of his fingertips across my ribs, gentle kisses across my chest, feet tangling.
“Amos, please.”
“What do you want? This?” He teased his fingers around my shaft and stroked me, but his grip was loose enough to have me begging for more. His fingers explored further, cupping my balls and pressing along my taint until he reached my hole.
I clenched and released, anticipating a touch I’d grown familiar with. We hadn’t played with full penetration yet, but I’d learned how talented Amos was with his fingers and tongue. I spread my legs as much as I could with him sprawled half across me.
“Tell me how you like it. Slow until you’re nice and stretched?” He rubbed the pad of his finger around my rim. “Or do you crave a burn?”
“Burn. Please.” I couldn’t wait until he’d stretched me open.
“Lube? Condoms?”
I reached for the nightstand drawer while Amos moved down my body. My fingers brushed the lube bottle as his warm mouth wrapped around my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head and my hand went slack as I succumbed to the pleasure.
“You’re hungry for it, aren’t you? Look at that.” He pulled back and watched the tip of his finger slide in and out of my body.
Despite wanting to feel it, I knew he wouldn’t give me more until he had the lube, so I reached for it again. Always considerate, he warmed it in his palm before sliding his full finger in, then quickly followed with a second. The slight sting scratched an itch deep inside me.
He expertly played my body—working my cock with his mouth while fingering me until I couldn’t wait any longer. I’d never been with someone who cared so much about my pleasure, and I wasn’t sure I could ever go back to anything less.
“I’m ready. Need you.”
Amos shifted to kneel between my legs as he slid a condom over his hard length, covering the bulging veins. As I imaginedhow good it would feel to have him inside me, a bead of precum formed on the tip of my cock. Amos swiped it with his finger and licked it.
“Ready?”
Fuck.“So ready.” I reached up and slid my fingers into those curls I loved.
Amos bent down and brought his lips to mine as he pushed inside. A guttural moan ripped from my chest at the blend of pressure and pleasure. God, it was exactly what I needed. He kept his thrusts short as I adjusted, but soon he was pumping in and out as I clutched his shoulder with one hand while jerking myself off with the other.
Sweat beaded at his temples as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
“This is exactly what I needed. You’re what I need.”
