After Felix - Lily Morton Page 0,84
kissing. I’m down to my T-shirt and briefs and one sock, and he’s just in his boxers. He rolls on top of me, and I wind my legs around his waist, thrusting up at him so our cocks grind together behind their layers of cotton. I send my hands greedily all over him, trying to relearn a country that I once knew so well, aware that he’s doing the same to me, his cast rough on my skin. And still, he kisses me, eating at my mouth with a fervour that he never showed before.
His body feels exactly the same, and I moan my pleasure into his mouth, the sound becoming a sharp intake of breath as he pulls back and pulls my cock from my briefs. He holds it in his long fingers and then bends to lick a stripe up it and rub it gently over his face. The stubble is a bright prickle of pleasure-pain.
“Oh shit,” I mutter.
He roots his nose at the base, inhaling deeply. “I’ve missed this smell,” he says, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Hardly the pulling technique of the century to call your partner smelly,” I say snootily.
He smiles and I can’t look away, because it’s so completely and utterly tender and looks so right on his handsome face.
“I missed you too,” he says, and the simple honesty in his voice floors me. “Every single day.”
I open my mouth to try and steer us back into the snarky sex we used to have, but lose my train of thought completely as he takes me back into his mouth and starts to suck. My eyes roll to the back of my skull, and I groan loudly.
When I come back to myself, we’re both naked, and he’s lying between my spread legs, his head bobbing as he sucks me with his finger rubbing at a spot inside me that makes my mouth tingle.
I feel the tell-tale tightening in my balls and grab a fistful of his hair. “Max,” I say hoarsely. “Please now.”
He lets my cock go and stares up at me. His lips are full and red and shiny, and his breaths are coming quickly.
“Yes,” he says and leaves the bed briefly to paw through his bag.
He comes back with a condom and the lube, and I roll onto my stomach.
“No,” he says quickly.
I gaze at him over my shoulder. “No, what?”
“I want to see you properly while we fuck. I want to lie on you and be deep inside.”
“Why?”
The flush on his cheeks is adorable. “No reason.”
“Well, it’s rather missionary, isn’t it?” I say disapprovingly. “Can’t I just send you a picture?”
He throws his head back and gives a bellow of laughter that fills the room and probably rolls out over half of the Grand Canal. He takes a deep breath and smiles at me. It’s so tender and warm that it makes my belly hurt.
“Indulge an old man, Felix.”
“You’re not on your deathbed yet,” I say dubiously. Then I sigh and flop onto my back. “Oh, go on, then.”
“So obliging,” he says, still giving me that tender smile as he starts to roll a condom on one-handed. He pauses and huffs as he fumbles it, and I knock his hand away, finishing the job with expert fingers. He inhales sharply at the feel of my hand on him.
I spread my legs, and then hesitate. “How do you want me?”
“Any way I can possibly have you, Felix,” he says gently. “But we’ll start with this way.”
He wets his fingers with lube and traces them over my hole. I groan and open my legs wider. “Get on with it,” I mutter, and he smiles as he gently slides one finger in. And that’s the way he preps me. Gently, thoroughly, and with a rough tenderness that is totally alien to the way he behaved back in the day.
Finally, he tilts my arse up and notches his cock. I choke out a groan as he starts to push in. He feels so big.
He pauses immediately. “Alright, darling?”
“Don’t call me that,” I scold and then lose the power of speech as he enters me in one long, continuous movement, stopping only when he’s fully rooted.
“Oh God, that’s so good. Keep going,” I say, my voice hoarse and broken.
“If the room fell in, I wouldn’t stop,” he promises me. “Alright?” he asks.
I nod, clasping him to me tightly and winding my legs around his narrow waist.
He starts to move with long, smooth thrusts that hit my