Charlie sounds awed. “You’ve taken an inch of me, Arthur. Did you realize?”
“No,” I admit, the pressure intense but the sting accompanied by a restlessness I don’t know whether I should lean into or away from. Charlie decides for me, pressing further inside, his soft moan stoking the fire within me, the burn inescapable. One way or another, I have no doubt it will consume me, body and soul.
“Arthur, please tell me if I am hurting you. I’m desperate to have you, but I hate the thought of causing you pain. I can slow. Or we can stop altogether.”
The hoarseness in his voice is evidence of both his concern and his desire, but I don’t need him to stop.
“My heart,” I say softly, more than ready to offer every fiber of my being to the person most deserving of it. “Have me as you will. Have my body, my love, and my everlasting soul. For there is not a single other in this universe I wish to share eternity with.”
Charlie hiccups a breath, his hand leaving my cock to brush against the pulse point at my neck. “Arthur Kane. I pray I can show you the stars.”
I turn my head, pressing a kiss to the pad of his finger. “None will ever be as exquisite as you.”
I’m certain of it.
Chapter 18
Charlie
I was told often in my life, once of age, that love was no different than a contract. That my love would be carefully cultivated over time, that I would find things to appreciate in the husband chosen for me, and I’d ignore the rest. That the decisions made in the pursuit of…loveweren’t mine to make. Marriage could be happy if I was able to keep my tongue.
Perhaps, for many, love is a business. For women, more often, a part of life.
But the love I’ve found with Arthur is as bountiful as the roses he keeps in the gardens. It’s as vast and breathtaking as the galaxy we’re spinning in. It’s honest, and it’s true, and there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do for the man who shares it with me.
I pull back enough to slip from Arthur’s body. He makes a soft, curious sound, but I guide him to turn onto his back, needing to see his eyes as forcefully as I need my next breath. He settles with his legs spread, and I ease over him, not knowing how to possibly explain all I feel.
The acceptance of my very being I’ve only ever had with him.
“I love you,” I tell him, my hand on his face, my breath drawn tight. “I love you wildly.”
His gaze softens, and he pulls me close, his lips meeting mine in a tender press. “Then love me as wildly as you dare.”
I nod jerkily, sucking in a breath as Arthur encourages me inside his body once more. His legs are drawn upwards, the oil still glistening on his skin. I hold the ivory cock as I press against him, marveling at the sight of him opening for me. The way his body gives, wrapping the cock up tight, how it disappears piece by piece as Arthur lets out a sound that might be a groan.
I wrap my hand around his prick again, not wanting him to flag, not wanting this to be anything other than pleasurable for him in the end.
When he’s accepted all of what I have to give, I stall, my heart pounding rapidly, my skin flushed.
Sweat gleams on Arthur’s brow, his tone light. “Have I done it?”
“Yes,” I say, awed.
“Then by all means, husband mine. Show me the stars.”
With a stutter inside my chest and my eyes stinging, I pull back and thrust the gifted cock into Arthur’s body. He grunts, a soft sound followed by another when I do it again. I can’t feel the way the cock is entering him. Not in the same way he’d be able to. But I can feel the reverberation of it jolting against me with every snap of my hips.
I have never in my life felt as connected to another. As utterly at home as I find a rhythm that has Arthur’s own cock bucking lightly in my fist. Ensuring his pleasure becomes my own. My bliss. My vow. My most prizedpossession.
“Charlie.” Arthur’s gaze is clouded, his cheeks red. I recognize the expression on his face.
“You enjoy it,” I say, not a question.
He exhales breathily, his hand slipping beneath his knee. I move my fist firmly over his cock, trying to keep up the tempo that has his muscles clenching tight. I ignore the bounce of my chest as I roll my hips, my absolute focus on Arthur and the way he’s swelling in my hand as the ivory strokes a place inside of him that’s new to the both of us.
“Charlie.” His tone this time is frantic, and he loses purchase on his knee, his entire body twisting before he erupts with a broken shout.
I have never seen anything more magnificent. Never felt as if my being was truly inside another. My own body throbs, desire heavy as Arthur unravels more beautifully than I’ve ever witnessed. I pull the cock from his body, scrambling over him, taking his face in my hands, the mess between us spreading from his skin to my own.
