“No boundaries. I trust you.”
“You mean you’re ready for more?”
“I’m ready for it all.”
“Fuck, Jules. You have no idea how much I want you.”
“Probably about as much as I want you.” I ran my hand up to his chest, toying with the material of his shirt as he arched into my touch.
“Let’s get you naked.”
He grinned as we sat up. “You too. I want you naked too.” He stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.
It took some wiggling and maneuvering, but we managed to get naked in record time.
“Fuck, Jules. You’re gorgeous.”
He blushed red and lowered his gaze to the blankets.
He was perfect. Those long, lean muscles, his smooth skin, that soft hair I loved to play with, those expressive eyes that told me every thought and feeling he had.
I was utterly and totally in love with him.
I still couldn’t tell him, so it was time to show him.
“Lie back.”
He did as I said, his breathing shaky and stuttered.
I took another moment to drink him in, memorizing every curve and ridge of his amazing body, the planes of his face, everything.
“Ash?” he asked breathlessly.
“Just looking at you.” I rolled on top of him. He spread his legs wider to accommodate me, and I settled between them.
“You like what you see?” he asked shyly, peeking at me through his lashes.
“Always.”
He let out a happy-sounding sigh.
I bent my head and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss. It started slow and soft, but quickly grew into something hot and hard and frantic.
He hooked his ankles around my hips, using his legs to yank me closer. He grabbed handfuls of my ass and squeezed.
Fuck. He’d never shown this kind of blatant hunger. Usually, he let me be the aggressor while he lay there and let me have my fun.
This new side of him was hot as fuck. I wanted more.
Planting my knees on the bed, I slipped one arm under him and crushed him against my body.
Jules moaned low and loud against my kiss, rutting his hips under mine so our cocks dragged together.
Fuck.
I needed to slow things down before I came.
I eased down on him, using my weight to pin him to the bed.