I lead Gael inside, and it’s warm and ready.
“I need a shower,” he says, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
I help him out of his coat and boots and clothes, gentle with him as we step under the hot running water. We kiss and bathe one other, then stand under the water for a very, very long time, inhaling and exhaling together.
“I’m sorry that this was so traumatic,” I say, whispering into the top of his head. “I should’ve known better.”
Instead of answering, he sucks on my nipple, tonguing it until I moan.
“Bea reminded me how convincing I can be. You have to know that I would never, ever, ever do anything to make you feel that way ever again.”
“I know,” he says, patting my chest. “I know you, even if that made me forget.”
After the shower, we dry off and fall into bed, both of us quickly giving in to sleep. I don’t know what time it is when we wake up, and the snow is still blanketing the land.
“Fresh snow is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Gael says, wistful as he stretches to look outside.
“Are you sure?” I ask as I take his hand and move it low on my belly. “I’m told my cock is quite beautiful.”
He buries his face in my shoulder, his body shaking with laughter.
“It wasn’t that funny.”
“Yes, it was,” he says, pulling down the duvet to reveal how hard I’ve gotten. He leans over to kiss the tip. “Your cock is very beautiful.”
I moan as he takes the head into his mouth, sucking lightly.
“Perfect.”
I place my hand on the back of his head and his eyes flick up to mine, an invitation. Grinning, I push until he’s swallowed the full length of me, holding him in place as he hollows out his cheeks.
“You’re so good for me, Gael.”
He relaxes his throat, taking me in a bit farther. I roll my hips, hard and fast, loving how his body undulates with each sharp thrust. Snow flurries come down at an angle, whispering against the window as I lose control.
He pulls away from me, breathing deeply as he reaches for the lube. Sneaking his fingers behind himself, he prepares his hole as he plays with my cock. A few moments later, he straddles my hips, sinking down on me. We both groan as he rolls his hips, closing his eyes in ecstasy.
Remembering how much he loves having his foreskin played with, I lube my fingers and dip two in under the stretchy skin, along with my thumb. He lets out a grunt, taking me deeper, thrusting faster.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, again and again. He’s speechless, only able to send me a small nod before concentrating again on the deep pleasure. I reach up toward his neck with my free hand, placing it delicately on the skin there, making sure that I’m applying only the lightest pressure.
A whine escapes his throat, and every part of him tightens intensely as cum rockets from his hard and weeping cock.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Always.”
Grabbing his hips, I thrust up—violently, needy—grunting as I spill inside the hot clutch of his body. I stay inside him as long as I possibly can, not wanting to be apart from him.
After, we clean up and wrap ourselves around each other until his phone goes off. He puts it on speaker.
“Are you coming to help us put together tamales?” his mom asks, her voice sweet but demanding.
He sits. “Of course, ’ama. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
He hangs up and turns to me, his eyes bright. “You’re in for a treat.”
I drag him down for another kiss, distracting him with a make out session for a few extra seconds.
