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"I like your place," Ansel says, s his shirt frohs when I grow frustrated as ers fumble with his dress shirt in the dark Why are there so many damn buttons?

"This tour includes the bed, yes?" he says, and swatsquick work of the last few and finally shrugging out of his shirt

"And the table And the couch," I say, distracted by the miles of smooth, perfect skin suddenly in front of me "Maybe the floor And the shower"

It’s only been a few days since I touched him but it feels like a year, andthe toned lines of his stomach The sound hebetween a growl and a needfulit down my arms until my hands are trapped at my sides "Let’s start with the bedroom We can make the circuit later"

"We do have twelve hours to kill," I say He takesmissed him so much it’s like the band around my chest has been broken and I can breathe, deep and full

The bed is the biggest thing in the apartment and even in the dark, he finds it easily

He backs to theto pullthe skin at the back of ers reach the heht down the driveway cuts a diht across one wall, and I can just make out his face, his shoulders His pants are open and his ck is already hard, the tip peeking above the waistband of his boxers, the length pressed flat to his stomach

He pulls me forward and I feel the heat of his h," he says, pushing the words into my skin He licks a line between h the lace of le to freetheers into his hair and it’s just like I remembered--his sounds, his smell, the way my skin flashes hot when he sucks the skin below my collarbone--how did I think I could live a day without this?

"Want this off," Ansel says, reaching behind me to unfasten the tiny clasps ofthe opposite direction as they fall down my arms and his hands slide up overthe other

He makes a small sound of approval and moves one hand down over my ass "And these Take theainst the peak

This is the point where I would have needed to disappear inside of someone else, to quiet ht now, the only person I want to be is me

"You, too," I say "Pants off" I watch with unrestrained hunger as he stands, and pushes the rest of his clothes to the ground

Ansel doesn’t pro frame to the head of the bed, lies down, and waits until I slip ers beneath the lace and push ripping his ck at the base and stroking up slowly

I clihs bracketed on either side of his hips He releases his cock, and it juts up, hard against his sto space between our bodies With iher, positioning me over him

His jaw is flexed, neck arched back into the pillow, and he growls out a Touch ers down his length and cupping his balls, his hip There’s so above him this way I’m bare for him to see, exposed I can’t hide ht and co him here in my apartment and my bed, his lassy, his punch-colored lips red from my kisses, and it makes me possessive in a way I’ve never known before

"You’re so warers slip easily along ainst me I can’t look away from his face, fro, and it’s like the air has been sucked froasp

He pushes forith every small flex of his hips upward, closer, closer, until he’s there, finally, pressing barely inside I sink down on hi so hard and fast and unable to close my eyes because his expression is unreal: eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, cheeks splotchy and red as he gasps beneath ive et used to the feel of him so deep But it isn’t what I want; I don’t want to be still; I want to feel the thick slide of hirier I want to feel hi over him, lost in his reactions as ripme drive, and finally he opens his eyes, looks up at ht eyes, playful dimple, and his sweet, filthy mouth