I pressed into him without quarter, inch after inch until I was in, to the hilt. We’d only forgone the condoms a few months ago after a very serious discussion and a round of testing. Being inside him skin on skin, was the closest I got to being spiritual these days. To be able to take Hatuey like this, to be in his body, to move in him as I held him in my arms, was a sacred thing.
I pumped my hips as he pushed back, and soon the only sounds in the room were the wet slap of our bodies slamming together and Hatuey’s ragged moans.
“I missed you so much, mi amor,” he cried as I thrust into him in short, rough jabs.
“You needed this. Fuck, baby,” I gasped, looking down at where we were joined. “I love seeing this hungry hole taking my cock,” I told him, knowing nothing revved him up more than when I told him all the dirty shit that came to my mind. “I’m gonna eat it out later. Going to spread you and suck on it until you’re crying for me to fuck you again.”
“I’m gonna come,” he moaned raggedly, and stiffened like he’d been shocked with electricity. My dick got impossibly harder from hearing the reediness in his voice, how close to the edge he was. He did this sometimes, came with just my dick in his ass. I knew exactly what he needed to get there.
“Maybe later I’ll bring out those clamps you like on your tits and put them on you while I lick your balls.” My filthy suggestion had him pressing his ass into me like he wanted to drill himself onto my dick.
“Ah, Yariel.”
I couldn’t help the grin tugging up my lips, even as I felt my own orgasm lighting up my spine.
“Hmmm, you know what?” I asked placidly as I pistoned my hips into him. “I think I’m going to have you fuck yourself on that big red dildo you like, while I come down your throat.”
That was all it took. He yelled my name as his ass clamped on my dick like a vise, and after two more pumps I was coming. I pulled out of him and, took great satisfaction in seeing ropes of my semen rain across his ass.
“You’re perfect,” I gasped against his ear, as our breathing evened out.
I let go of his wrists to fish for the handkerchief Hatuey always had in his pocket, so I could clean him up. He was making those little post-sex sounds he made, like a purring cat, and more than anything I wanted to pick him up, take him to bed and fuck him again. But I had plans.
I pressed a kiss to his neck as I got his pants and shirt back in order. “I hope that scratched the itch.”
“Mm,” he moaned happily, turning around to face me. “That was exactly what I needed. Can we just do more of that the rest of the night?” he asked as he peppered kisses on my face, while I got my own dick back in my pants.
After we were both back in order, I kissed him one more time and pulled back. “I have few other things on the agenda first, but thankfully they involve staying in. We both reek of come and dick.”
“My favorite fragrance.” He was such a little shit.
I tried very hard to seem unamused and pointed in the direction of the living area. “I have a surprise for you.” I pointed at the hallway leading to the living room, as I told my heart to stop trying to crawl up my throat.
“Are you going to Valentine’s Day me, Yariel Cabral?” He sounded so happy, and even though this was cheesy as hell, I was glad I’d decided to go over the top with it. If it would’ve been about what I wanted, I would’ve proposed while we were both naked in bed. But Hatuey loved this stuff. The champagne, flowers, and the fancy meals. And I was determined to give him the proposal of his dreams.
I tugged on his hand and led my boyfriend to our living room, and when he saw it, the gasp of surprise made all the effort worth it.
“Oh my God, babe.” He was covering his mouth, and yep, my chest was expanding by the second.
“I’m going Valentine’s Day the hell out of you, Hatuey Sanchez.”
Hatuey
“You spoil me too much.Not that I’m mad, just stating that fact,” I called after Yariel as he headed to the kitchen to get our desserts. He’d been serving me all night, refusing to let me help.
Only with Yariel could the baseline for an evening be extremely hot sex against a wall. Because yeah, after that very incredible welcome home—note to self, leave town more often—I’d walked into our home and found the most romantic dinner for two ever. He’d gotten my favorite chef to create a special meal just for us. I’d been wined and dined to within an inch of my life, and I still had a hard time believing I really got to have this man in my life.
A year on and things were exactly like I knew they would be—not perfect, but right for us. We’d gone from best friends to lovers, and despite Yariel’s fears and my impatience, we’d made it work. Like we always had, we found a way to tell each other what needed to be said, and we slowly transitioned to a shared life.
Six months into starting our relationship, I moved in with Yari, and it had cemented what we both knew: we belonged together. We always had. And now on this first Valentine’s together, he’d gone all out to pamper me. To give me the cheesy romance he knew I loved.
I wanted more, of course; I was greedy. I wanted a wedding and babies. I wanted to put a ring on his finger and stand up in front of our loved ones and promise to cherish him forever. I couldn’t even pretend it was because I didn’t have enough—our life together was beyond what I could’ve dreamed for us. But I would not push Yari. Not again. We’d talked about a family, but I was happy to give things time. When he was ready, I would be too.
“Here we go.” His happy voice pulled me back to the moment, and I turned to watch him walk in from the kitchen holding two plates with silver domes, covering what I presumed would be our dessert. He delicately placed one in front of me. If he’d been serving anyone else, they wouldn’t have seen that his smile was just a little wobbly or that his hand shook ever so slightly as he placed his plate on his side of the table.
He was nervous. Before I could ask him what was going on, he clicked his tongue when I moved to lift the lid. “No peeking,” he warned, and I noticed that he looked a little flushed too. His caramel skin had spots of red on his cheeks. Maybe he was just overwhelmed by the moment; I certainly was. I had everything I wanted right in front of me.
The man was too handsome for words. Not just because he was larger than life, although I could not deny I was obsessed with that big body. It was the whole damn package. His eyes that still looked at me like I was his most favorite thing. That broad, mobile mouth that made the sun come out whenever he smiled.
