Then one of his forearms went into the bed and the other one went between us. I felt him guide himself to me then slowly, God, so slowly, he slid inside.
He did all of this with his eyes never leaving mine.
But once I had his cock, my eyes closed and my neck arched.
“Jesus, baby, every time I give you my c**k it’s like you haven’t had it in years.”
My arms circled him, my neck righted and my eyes found his.
“I like it.”
“No shit?”
“You gonna use it?” I prompted.
He grinned and pulled out an inch, slowly. Then he slid back in to the root, again slowly.
“Honey,” I breathed and felt his hand on my belly.
It went up, up, up until it was wrapped around my throat.
“Started here,” he whispered.
“What?” I asked.
“In this bed,” he went on.
“What?” I repeated.
“You and me.”
My arms and legs tightened around him.
His hand slid up to my jaw and his thumb slid over my lips.
“Love you, Red.”
Yes.
“Love you too, Kane.”
His thumb went away but his head dropped and his lips touched mine.
Against them, I asked, “Now, are you going to f**k me or what?”
I watched his eyes smile. Then his head slanted and his hand moved around to drive into my hair as his mouth took mine, his tongue thrusting inside and his h*ps jerked back then slammed in.
Finally.
One of my hands moved up into his hair and we kissed deep while we f**ked hard and I came the usual twice to Tack’s once.
When we were done, Tack kept us connected while his hand moved soothingly along the skin of my side and his mouth moved along the skin of my neck, his goatee tickling my skin. I kept my body curled around him, the fingers of one hand drifting through his too-long hair, the others drifting over his back and ass.
I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and I whispered, “Thank you.”
“For what, baby?” he asked against my neck.
“For taking care of this.” His head came up and his eyes caught mine. When they did, I admitted quietly, “I’m not sure I’ve done my part in helping.”