“I know, tender heart. Is it manageable?”
He nods quickly, reaching back, searching. I twine my fingers with his, falling over his back, halfway inside of him now. I kiss his hair, his ear, his neck as I work myself further.
“You feel lovely. My cock is in Heaven, if such a place exists. There has never been a home as perfect for me as you.”
Jasper’s breath stutters out of him. “Abe.”
My hips meet his skin, and I press a kiss to his cheek, his jaw, down to the top of his shoulder. “That is all of me.”
“It is a lot.”
“I know,” I say, our joined hands braced together on the ground, my other closing over his prick. He’s softened some,and I stroke him slowly, hoping I can bring his focus back to pleasure. “What does it feel like for you?”
His back rises and falls against my chest, sweat forming between us, the still night air making it all too easy to believe we’re in a world of our own.
“I feel as if I have met your sword at last.” His words stun me into silence and then scattered laughter. Jasper laughs with me, starting to swell in my grip as I rub my thumb along his sensitive skin. He moans lowly, a single syllable breathed into the air before his voice turns serious. “I feel as if we are one, Abraham. That we are meant to be so.”
“We are,” I agree wholeheartedly, shifting my hips slightly. Jasper makes a sound deep in his throat, stoking fire to life within my chest. “Again?”
“Yes.”
I press into him again, over and over, a slow rolling of my hips that seems to suit Jasper. His fingers dig into the blanket around mine, and I move my other hand up to his chest, holding tight as I fit my lips to his neck, the salt of his sweat on my tongue. I kiss up and down the side of his throat, his shoulder, Jasper’s small exclamations as I rut into him making me wish I were a poet, if only so I could do justice to the way he sets my soul alight.
“If I could wed you, my heart, I would do so in an instant.”
Jasper pulls in a breath, his answer a whimper.
“I would hold you in our bed at night. Take you like this whenever you pleased. I would kiss every inch of you, swallow down the spend from your cock. I would belong to you happily, Jasper Sinclair. I already do. No matter our fortune in life, I will love you for all of our days and long after.”
“Abraham.” The hoarseness of his voice matches my own.
“I know, my love. Do you need to finish?”
“Please.”
I return my hand to Jasper’s cock, tugging in time to my thrusts. His head is bowed, breath leaving him in ragged pants. He says my name—“Abe”—again and again, a note of fear there I understand all too well.
“Shh. I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him.
Jasper cries out as he swells in my grip. It sounds anguished. Lovely and tortured. I squeeze his hand tight as his body ripples around me, and I let go of all I’ve been holding back. I flood Jasper as my desire for him consumes me. As it coalesces into a point so tight in my sternum, I lose my breath.
I remain wrapped around him for long minutes, our skin flushed, our breaths almost as one. When Jasper finally stirs, I slip carefully back, letting myself fall from his body, my hand guiding him to lie down. He edges to the side of the blanket, his form more difficult now to make out in the dark. But the outline of him shines, his eyes glittering as I lie beside him.
I sift my fingers through his hair, untangling the strands without hurry.
Jasper’s voice is soft. “We’re a mess.”
“We’ll wash in the creek before we go.”
He nods, his fingertips trailing along my side, gentle points of contact. “I’m scared, Abraham.”
My chest aches, a fierce thing. I pull Jasper’s head around with my fingers at his cheek, and he meets my kiss eagerly, his grip on me tight. “What can I do to soothe you?”
“Would you tell me more? About the life we’d live?”
I swallow roughly, giving a single nod before continuing the slow passage of my fingers through his hair. “Our home would be small. Enough for the two of us. There would be a hearth, of course, to keep us warm. We’d cook our meals there, bread topped with honey.”
He turns to rest more fully against my side, wrapped still in my arms. “Where would we get the honey?”
