And I took the opportunity to kiss him because I was aching for it.
His lips felt like heaven. Like a reward for years of patience. His willingness, his soft, warm breath on my face, the small sound he made that only I could hear... it was all better than anything I could have asked for.
“Ryan,” Kamran whispered and the dream continued.
“Yeah?” I breathed.
Before I could kiss him again, he pulled back slightly.
“How long?” he asked. “Please tell me.”
I shook my head, looking into his eyes, wondering how much of myself I should hand over to this man, but in the end, I realized it didn't matter. He already had all of me.
“Always,” I answered.
Something shifted in his eyes. I thought maybe it was amazement that he looked at me with now.
“I'm a fucking idiot,” he muttered and pressed his lips to mine.
This stolen moment filled me with something even more than the sex had. The admission in not so many words, that we should have been doing this sooner was like a soothing balm deep inside me, easing all those lonely nights and days filled with longing at his side.
I'd thought my love was impossible, yet here Kamran was, willingly in my arms, kissing me and telling me that it was long overdue.
I didn't want to let him go. Didn't want to go to work. I just wanted to stay right here, kissing him so deeply my toes curled.
He moaned softly against my lips, pressing his hips back.
“Fuck, you're hard,” he whispered.
I shrugged.
“Yeah,” I whispered, kissing his jaw and trailing kisses to the back of his neck. “You have that effect on me.”
And the position we were in, with his ass against my dick was pretty nice too.
I pressed forward, grinding against him and he let out a guttural gasp, gripping the wooden railings.
Unable to resist, my hand slipped lower, one sliding his sweater up while the other remained around his chest, keeping him in place.
His breath was coming out hard, clouds filling the air as I shoved my hand inside the waist band of his sweats.
Gripping his hardening length as the sun rose over the water, illuminating us in the golden glow of morning was probably one of the most satisfying moments of my life. I felt like I had all my wants and dreams literally in the palm of my hand.
The thought made me chuckle breathlessly against his hair as I started to stroke him.
He leaned back against me, his hands gripping the railing, head against my shoulder.
I pressed my cheek to his and held him tight, feeling like the most powerful person on the planet.
He was trying to be quiet, but couldn't for long, letting out a long groan before biting his lips and turning his face toward me, desperate to be kissed just before he gasped, eyes screwing shut and hips bucking into my palm, and then back against my ass, making my cock twitch.
“Yes,” I whispered in encouragementinto his ear as he spilled into my hand, soaking his boxers.
Finally, breathing hard, he sank back against me.
I moaned softly, allowing my hand to slip free. It was wet with come though, so I wiped it on the back of the railing, chuckling before putting my arms around him again.
“That’s gross,” he informed me, holding onto my arms tightly. “What if someone leans on it?”
