I don’t want us to have to choose.
I want everything, all at once.
Why can’t anything be simple?
This is simple, though. The way he kisses me, taking his sweet time, savoring the experience.
Tovian rolls me to my back, tossing away the glossy magazine with its pictures of a life that now feels like a dream. Six months ago, that was my reality. I don’t miss it. As terrible as this war has been, fighting for my country makes me wake up each day with purpose. My life now has meaning. I never realized how unfulfilled I was in the outside world. I tried to bury the emptiness with shopping and studying. It didn’t work.
All that changed when I met Tovian.
Then I can’t think, for he shoulders his way between my thighs and parts me with a sure finger. By now, he knows exactly what I like: the way he glides his tongue up my center, dipping in briefly before circling my clit with the tip, then back down to repeat the process. Tension builds in my core.
He slides two fingers inside me, pumping rhythmically. I’m so close. He doesn’t go in for the climax, though, keeping me riding along the edge for what feels like forever. Finally, I tip my hips upward and moan.
“Impatient, Sunshine?”
“You took your mouth off me just to say that?” I gasp. “Put it to better use!”
He flashes me a wicked grin and obliges. Fireworks behind my eyes as I crash through the crest. Tovian expertly draws it out, tapering down the speed of his thrusting fingers. I lay there, boneless, staring at the ceiling through slitted vision.
“Satisfied, General Myseci?”
I huff a laugh and push him onto his back.
“My turn.”
I extract his cock from the prison of his trousers, stripping the fabric down his legs and throwing it on the floor near the magazine. Tovian’s body is mouthwatering. Sculpted muscles, velvety dark skin with a dusting of hair.
“You’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”
Tovian laughs. “I think that’s my line.” Sobering, he takes a lock of my long black hair and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger. “Better than your friend Lorcan’s?”
It hits me. He’s jealous. He hides it well, but he’s envious of my fucked-up friend group. Despite our messy relationships and interpersonal strife, we’re a close circle. Or were. I don’t know what we’ll be like if we’re reunited.
When. Not if.
“There’s no competition, Tovi.”
I head off further discussion by taking his cock into my mouth. His thighs are warm cages on either side of my shoulders. I have to stretch my jaw to accommodate all of him. The gods blessed Tovian with a magnificent cock, and I’m grateful to them.
He groans when I licked the underside of his cock. His eyes remain fixed on me, heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide. I take him into my mouth and suck, rolling my tongue over the head, revealing in the taste of his skin and the hint of salt from the droplet beading at the slit.
Tovian’s fingertips brush the crown of my head. I move his hands to my temples, indicating that he should hold me where he wants me. We shift, adjusting slightly so he can fuck my mouth. There’s not much for me to do, apart from bracing against his shoulders. He sets a relentless pace that brings tears to my eyes. The feeling of him sliding between my lips has me so turned on that I have to slip my hand between my thighs.
Tovian’s legs stiffen. He swells against my lips. I hold perfectly still, letting him use my face. Tears stream down my cheeks.
He stops.
Bewildered, I remove myself from his cock with a guttural gagging sound. Muscles in my jaw and throat are sore from exertion.
He pulls me up by the elbows so I’m laying on top of him, the same way I was doing when we started this.
“Inside you,” he whispers. “I want to come inside you.”
Oh.
I shift my hips and lower myself down. As turned on as I already am, it takes effort to get fully seated. He’s that well-endowed.
