He pressed his body against mine, and the little moans and gasps he made went straight to my cock. “This. This is what I need. I was so afraid today, so scared I would never have this with you again. Make love to me, Roman. I want to celebrate the fact that I’m still alive.”
I flipped him to his back and moved on top of him. “How do you want it? Slow and gentle, or fast and hard? Whatever you want, baby, it’s yours.”
“It doesn’t matter. I just want you, any way I can have you.”
I reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. “You have me. Always. I need to be inside of you, watching you while you come to pieces for me.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked, spreading his legs to give me easier access. I kissed him one more time before leaning back on my knees between his thighs and looking at him.
I’d never seen anything so perfect in my life as him laid out on the bed naked, waiting for me. I grabbed his legs behind the knees and pushed his legs up, putting his hole on display. Then, I leaned down and licked. I teased his hole with my tongue until he was panting and begging me for more. I continued until he cried out my name, and then I speared his opening with my tongue.
“Oh my fucking god,” he exclaimed.
“Like that, do you?” I said with a chuckle, and then I went back to it. I loved the fact that he only cursed during sex, that I could make him so crazy he would forget to be proper and instead drop all his inhibitions.
“Like it? That feels, oh shit, Roman, that is…” He quit trying to form words and just moaned, grabbing my hair and holding me in place. I continued to work his hole for a few minutes with my tongue, but eventually, I had to get inside him.
I pulled back, slicked my cock up with lube, and moved into place. I pushed forward through the ring of muscle and slowly slid deep inside him.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed out. I leaned down over him, entwining our fingers together and pushed his hands back on the mattress for leverage. I moved in and out of his body, slow and deep. I looked into his eyes, and I could see everything he felt. The bliss, the pleasure, the love. All of it right there on display for me.
“Fuck, I love you,” I said. “So much.”
“Love you, too,” he said, squeezing my hands a little tighter. “And I love what you’re doing, but I changed my mind. It does matter. Hard and fast would be really good right about now.”
“Whatever you want.” I released his hands and pulled back. I began to pound into him, gripping his hips to hold him in place. He reached down and grabbed his leaking cock and began to jerk. Watching him fall apart beneath me was just about my favorite thing in the world. He gasped and moaned and muttered oh, oh, oh, over and over and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. As thick ropes of cum began to shoot from his cock, his channel tightened around me, triggering my own orgasm.
After a shaky moment, I collapsed on top of him. He wrapped me in his arms and held on tight. “This, with you, being here like this, this is where I belong.”
“It is,” I agreed. “It really is.”
Chapter 36
Trey
I came downstairs the next morning to find Ash in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He was adorable. I’d always thought so. He had his earbuds in, and he was dancing around to some song I couldn’t hear. I watched him for a minute, enjoying how free he seemed. He flipped a piece of French toast in the pan, turned the bacon in another, and then be-bopped his way over to the coffee pot. He grabbed a cup out of the dish drainer and filled it with coffee, never missing a step of his little dance. Then he turned, handed me the cup, and went back to his cooking.
I shook my head laughing. The little shit had known I was there watching all along. I took a seat at the bar and watched him for a few more minutes while he finished what he was doing. When he was done, he took out the earbuds, slipped them in his pocket, and turned