I pull at his shoulders, tugging him back up toward me. "Locke... lie down."
He moves without a word, rolling onto his back beside me on the thick rug. His chest heaves, his abdomen slick with a fine sheen of sweat that catches the golden light of the flames.
I push myself up on shaky elbows, the rug whispering against my skin, and reach for him with trembling fingers that trace the hard line of his jaw.
“Your turn,” I say, voice hoarse from the moans he drew from me, and Locke’s eyes flash with understanding. “So relax, handsome.”
I shift onto my hands and knees, rising over him. I slide down the length of his body, my bare skin pressing against the hard plane of his thigh as I move down between his legs.
I wrap my hand around his shaft, feeling it pulse hot and heavy in my grip.
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