his belt and began to undress him, but I didn’t rush. I wanted to savor every single second of what we were doing.
We managed to get our clothes off and crashed together on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs. I rolled us so that I was on top of him looking down into his beautiful blue eyes. “Damn, I love you.”
“Love you too,” he replied, pulling my mouth back to his.
I kissed him and moved against him, my body and mind at war. One wanted to go slow, and the other wanted more, now. I pulled back and looked at him. “Landon, there’s something I need to say before we do this. I know you said you knew about my past before we started this, and that it doesn’t matter—”
“It doesn’t.” he insisted.
“But,” I continued, ignoring him. “I want you to know that while I’ve had sex with other men, I have never made love with anyone but you. What we share, what we do together, is not the same. It’s so much more.”
He reached up, lightly brushing his fingers over my cheek. “I know that, Miller. It’s the same for me. Now, why don’t you stop telling me how much you love me and show me.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I reached for the lube and a condom and got us both ready. He gasped before letting out a satisfied sigh, and I slid slowly into his ass. “Yes,” he hissed when I was fully seated inside him. It took more willpower than I thought I possessed to keep from pounding into him, but I was determined to make this time special instead of rushed and mindless.
“Miller,” he whined. “Please, move.”
I pulled out slowly and then pushed back in, taking my time. “Is that what you wanted?” I asked, repeating the long slow motion. He let out a whimper and thrust his hips up, impaling himself on my cock.
“More, I need more, don’t tease me. You know what I want.”
And he was right. I did. I let my body take over and take what it wanted. I began to pound into him, setting a satisfying rhythm. It was hard and fast, moving together as we both chased our orgasm.
He grasped his cock and jerked himself as I picked up speed, thrusting into him with wild abandon. His body stiffened under mine as cum shot up over his chest, coating it. I quickly pulled out and ripped off the condom, jerking myself until I came, my cum pooling on his body and mixing with his.
I rolled to the side, taking him with me, pulling him tight against me. We were both out of breath, and my body still hummed with the power of the orgasm. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and tugged his head tighter into the crook of my neck. “Fuck, I love you.”
“Yeah, I kinda got the message,” he said, laughing.
“Oh, hold on,” I said, rolling to the side. I picked up my phone and checked the time. Five after twelve. I showed him the screen, and he fell back laughing.
30
Landon
The smell of coffee and bacon woke me up the next morning. I stretched, relishing the slight soreness from the night before. Dishes clattered from the kitchen, and I decided to get up and see what Miller was up to. I appreciated him making breakfast, but I wouldn't have minded passing most of the morning in bed. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and headed to the kitchen.
I paused in the doorway to watch for a minute. He had some slow, sultry blues playing, and he was swaying to the music while he cooked. I wasn’t sure how I got lucky enough for bad boy Miller Monroe to decide I was worth settling down for, but I wasn't going to question it. I was just going to enjoy it. I stepped up behind him, wrapping my arms around him.
“Hmm, morning,” he said, leaning back into me.
“You didn't have to cook me breakfast.”
“I wanted to. Plus, there’s something I want to show you.”
“Yeah, well, let's eat and go back to bed. I have something I can show you, too.”
He laughed and turned in my arms. “Kind of like show me yours and I'll show you mine? I’m pretty sure I've already seen what you have, but trust me, mine is a surprise.”
“A surprise, huh?”
“Yep, so first breakfast, then we have to take a little drive.”
He seemed so excited