After we tore off our clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him onto my lap so that he was straddling me. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he replied, running his fingers through my beard.
I wrapped him in my arms and touched my lips to his. The contact unwound every muscle in my body, as if I was doing this with the person I was always meant to be with. The mindfuck of it all was knowing I’d give it all up if it meant he could have his husband back.
But that wasn’t an option the universe was offering. So, in the reality we had, all I felt was gratitude that this was the path we’d taken. Ren opened up to me, and I slid my tongue into his mouth, licking and caressing. We sat and made out for several minutes, not worried about a thing. Kissing until our bodies were as close as any two people could ever get.
We pulled away for air, and his dark eyes settled on mine. “I love kissing you,” he said.
I nodded in agreement. “Kissing you is so good I don’t even have to have sex.” I ran my beard up one side of his neck, just to see him shiver. “Sitting here, kissing you would be enough.”
Ren narrowed his eyes. “I’ve already taken the pill. Sex is on the agenda.”
I chuckled, running my beard down the other side. “Duly noted.” With that, I grabbed Ren by his shoulders and threw him onto the bed. His surprised shout followed the arc of his body, and he landed with a chuckle, making grabby hands at me.
I planted myself on top of him and kissed him again. After spending some additional time on the sensitive column of his neck, I moved farther down, kissing across his collarbones, sucking one of his flat brown nipples into my mouth and increasing the suction until he cried out. I then moved to his other nipple, repeating the process.
“How do you always know what I need?” he asked, his voice wrecked.
I peered into his lust-dark eyes, shaking my head. “I’m only doing what your body tells me to do.”
He gestured at his seemingly disinterested cock. “Don’t let this asshole fool you into thinking that you’re not doing it for me. You are one hundred percent doing it for me. He just needs a little time.”
I raised a brow at him. “Why do you act as though enjoying your body is a chore?” Shuffling down till I was face to, er,headwith his dick, I whispered, “It’s okay, buddy. I’m in no rush. You take your time now, y’hear?”
Ren’s laugh drew my attention upward. “Are you giving my prick a pep talk?”
“Maybe.” I widened my eyes for comic effect, locking onto his gaze as I took his cockhead into my mouth and sucked lightly.
He threw a hand over his eyes, trembling with laughter, which only encouraged me. I caught him peeking between his fingers, so I shot him a maniacal smile before taking the entire soft shaft.
His cock in this state was way easier to handle than when it was at full length and hardness. Reminded of the way he sometimes sucked on my nipples for comfort, I settled in for a few moments of gentle cock nursing.
“Damn, I love your mouth,” he murmured, sinking back into the pillows to enjoy the experience more fully.
I responded by reaching up to rest my hand over his heart. He laid his delicate hands on top of mine, and my pulse soared. I loved teasing a lover as much as the next man, and that had been my initial plan here, but now I was simply loving on him with no expectations or timelines.
I’d have been content to relax into this until his meds kicked in, but then I spied a bottle of massage oil on his side table. The thought of drawing every ounce of pleasure from his skin was too good a prospect to pass up.
He whined when I slo-o-o-owly pulled away, carefully placing his pretty dick on his small sac, idly wondering if he’d ever let me take a picture of him like this. It would make for one helluva photo—every bit of his body relaxed and sensual, cradled by high-thread-count sheets and fluffy pillows.
I plucked the bottle from the nightstand and opened the top with a flourish. “Roll over. Let me take care of you.”
Reddening, he did as I asked, his body so small and vulnerable on the enormous bed. I warmed the oil in my hands, then spread them over his back, up and down, around his shoulders and down his arms, then up and down again. After a few minutes, hisrib cage ballooned on a large breath before slowly releasing, his muscles like butter under my touch.
Using a little more oil, I dragged my palms down the backs of his thighs, his calves, his feet. After going up and back a few more times, I focused on his butt. He’d been self-conscious about how flat it was until I’d convinced him that I enjoyed his trim aesthetic as much as he enjoyed my heft.
Now, instead of worrying, he simply moaned into his pillow, and I took that as confirmation of a job well done. Using my thumbs, I applied pressured strokes in an upward and inward pattern, starting at his hips, each stroke taking me closer and closer toward his lightly furred crease. He squirmed at each progression, widening his legs and rocking his hips.
After a few more minutes, he lifted his hips, bringing his hand underneath him for a quick adjustment.
“The pill starting to work?” I asked.
“More like your hands are starting to work,” he said, sounding drunk on endorphins.
Parting his cheeks, I let a bit of oil drip down into his crack. I rubbed it in, savoring each and every satisfied moan, letting my fingers catch on his used entrance.
I held his shoulder with my left hand while teasing his hole with the middle finger of my right. I was extra careful as I pressed inside him, using my grip on his shoulder to pull him back onto the thick digit. His hips tilted again, and he rutted into the bedspread beneath him.
