“You. This. Your mouth and hands. Give me everything. All of it.”
I trace my tongue over droplets of rain left on his skin as I kiss my way back to his mouth. Undoing my own pants, I thrust my tongue alongside his and he frees me from my underwear, rolling his cock over mine as if needing to feel more of me in order to keep breathing.
I capture his moans with my mouth, swallowing each one down as I rut harder against him, skin slapping skin. I spit between us, creating less friction and more sparks. More sweet sensations. More pleasure bursting between our grinding bodies. Just more.
“Fuck me,” he breathes. “I need you to fuck me.”
Pressing my forehead to his, I nod, panting against his parting pink lips, and I tear off the rest of my clothes, keeping my eyes on him as he steps out of his underwear, closing the gap between us.
His chest crashes into mine and I lift him by his hips, smashing my mouth to his as his legs wrap around me. I carry him further into the living room and drop him on the couch. Eyes blazing, he spreads his limbs and lifts his chest. Fuck, he’s stunning. I really can’t get enough of seeing him glowing beneath me. Crawling between his legs, I shove my face between his thighs, giving him long, leisurely licks along his taint and rim.
He presses his ass to my face and I bury my tongue between his cheeks, circling his outer hole. Pushing myself inside, I wet his tight channel as I slip a finger in. Shoving my tongue deeper, I add another digit, fucking in and out of him. He really does taste good. Like hope and new beginnings. I relish it, feeling my entire being suddenly shocked back to life.
Animalistic sounds come from him and he vibrates, lighting up like a firecracker on the fourth of July. I open him up some more, swerving my tongue in and out at rapid speed. His hard cock strains against his tightening stomach and he reaches for it, stroking himself slowly.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” I kiss his inner thigh and crawl up his body, lining my cock with his hole and push his knees to his chest.
“Damnit, Elijah. Get inside me already.”
“I need to get the lube.” His legs lock around me when I try to move, not letting up no matter how much I fight against them.
“No. I don’t want it. Want to feel the ache of your cock stretching me. I want all the sore reminders tomorrow of how much you wrecked my hole.”
His words feed my desperation, zapping my body with tingling sensations. I spit in my hand and lather up my cock, and more saliva drips between us as I break past his tight entrance. His walls squeeze around me, tugging on my cock as I slowly rock my hips. Crying out, he arches his back and his hand moves faster around his base, his body twitching the more I disappear inside him.
“Yes. Like that. Oh, fuck yes.”
This is the most vocal I’ve heard him be during sex and I’m loving every second of it. For a moment I forget what it’s been like to lie alone on this couch and hear only my own steps in this house. I forget the frustration that seeped into my soul every time I spoke to my husband out loud and never got an answer. I forget the bad and only see the beacon of light shining up at me. And I want to fucking chase it. Wrap myself in it until I see and feel nothing else.
I pull all the way out to slam back in, our bodies rocking together and making dirty squelching sounds. His warmth engulfs me, calling me back every time I lift my hips, and I fuck deeper, slamming my hips forward. I relish his sounds and the pleasure exploding between us. My vision blurs, my head going fuzzy as my movements grow off-kilter and desperate.
In and out. Slow and fast. Deep and shallow thrusts. His cum spills over his fingers as he stretches his body out, arms looping around his head as he tilts his chin to the ceiling.
The vision is enough to root something wild inside me. Him losing himself in bliss and spasming out of control beneath me plants seeds that sprout into waves of intensity. I come inside him, grinding harder against his ass and delving into sweet ecstasy. On the verge of passing out, I slow my thrusts and lean forward to press my panting lips to his.
“I love you,” he whispers, eyes half shut. “I know it’s too soon but I just wanted to say it. I need you to know.”
Heavy and beating fast in my chest, my heart feels like it’s on the verge of erupting—from both joy and hesitancy.
“I . . .” My breaths stutter.
“You don’t have to say it back.” His eyes blink softly. “In fact, forget I said it altogether.” He lets out an awkward laugh.
Swiping sweat from his brow, I shake my head. “I can’t forget it and I don’t want to. I think I might feel the same but it’s a lot for me to digest right now. You really are amazing, Silas, and one thing’s for certain. I’m definitely way too gone to walk away now.”
“So don’t.” His eyes open wider, blue irises drowning me in their deep depths.
I stroke his cheek, pressing my head to his. “I’m not going to. Not when staying right where I am feels better than anything else in my life.”
Here, I’m strong enough to handle anything. Here, I’m calm and steady, shoving away the ripples that threaten my stream. Here, all my days are filled with sunshine even when it’s cloudy and storming outside.
Twenty-eight
Elijah
Eyes blinking open, I shield my face from the sun blazing through the parted curtains in the living room. When someone wiggles against me, I glance down at the sleeping man with his face buried against my chest and leg looped around mine. Smiling, I trace the sleep lines on his cheek, loving the cute little snoring sounds coming from him.
Rubbing the coarse hair of his scruff against my chest, he yawns and lifts his head back enough to rub one of his eyes with a closed fist.
