There was a rush of nerves beneath my hand just as he clenched on my dick impossibly harder, and then the warm splash of his release coated my fist. I was right there with him,as promised, my muscles coiled for a suspended breath of time before ecstasy washed over me, and I spilled inside Liem during one intense, hard thrust, followed by several languid ones.
My muscles began to succumb, and before I could collapse on top of Liem and crush him, I pressed our hips together, locking our position, and rolled onto my side, keeping warm inside him.
Our sweat-slickened bodies remained joined like that for a long, long while.
I’d left Louisiana for good when I was thirteen. I’d left Mississippi again ten years later, chasing something I wasn’t even sure I wanted or needed.
And when I’d come back, everything had changed.
Thank fuck for that.
That was the primary thought I kept returning to.
Because here, with Liem,insideLiem.
This was what I’d been searching for.
This was home now, and I would never leave it.
And I would never be without him again if I could help it.
He fit against me perfectly—so similar and yet so different to the night we’d shared in his bed—with his head tucked under my chin, our hearts beating together, our bodies now wholly joined.
We lay there for several minutes longer still, neither of us in any kind of hurry to pull the curtain back on the moment. I stroked my fingers through Liem’s hair, and when I found his braid, I ran my fingertip down the bumps of it and found its end. I carefully pulled the tiny elastic off and worked the braid loose as Liem sighed heavily against me.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll fall asleep.”
I smiled, though he couldn’t see it, and kept brushing my fingers through his hair, unknotting it as I went. “Then sleep,” I said, and he shivered in my arms. “We were both up early,” I continued, pausing my ministrations to rub his scalp. “I’ll takecare of you.” I kissed the top of his head. “Sleep, and I’ll date you so hard when you wake.”
His laugh vibrated against my chest, and I smiled, letting it consume me.
“You’re still inside me,” he said sleepily.
I continued untangling his hair. “I am. I’ll slip out undetected once you drift off.”
His laugh was audible then as he said, “You harlot.” His shoulders kept shaking in amusement, and I smiled again.
Just when I thought he’d fallen asleep, he mumbled drowsily, “You did so good, Cody. So good.”
My eyes, for the third time today, watered, but I let them.
I let my body respond.
I let the tears fall.
And even as they did, I couldn’t remember a time I’d smiled so much, or so easily.
He nuzzled harder into me then, as if sensing it, but he made no comment and didn’t raise his head from my chest.
I cried even harder then. Not great racking sobs, but a release almost more intense than the climax I’d just experienced.
They quieted sometime later, leaving my face wet with moisture and my life lighter than it had ever been. Liem’s breaths evened, too, and eventually his full weight relaxed against me in sleep.
Nothing had ever been so welcome.
Allowing myself a few more minutes of heaven inside him, I slowed my strokes of his hair and just existed. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, I catalogued every place where we touched, had touched, or would touch, and I reveled in each of them, the stimulation as intense for my nerve endings as it was for my mind.
My dick began to slowly harden again, but with Liem sleeping so soundly and our ending so perfect, I eased slowly out of him instead of acting on it.
