“Please, Major. You’re killing me.”
I added a second finger, then a third. “Let’s turn you over,” I said when I was satisfied that he was ready.
I helped him flip, letting him see my proud smile as I took his cock, now at full mast, in my oiled-up hand.
“So pretty,” I murmured, stroking him as I briefly finger fucked him again, needing to see his desire.
“Please, Major. Please,” he begged, fisting the sheets.
I pushed his knees toward his chest. “Okay, baby. Can you hold your knees for me?”
He nodded, his chest rising and lowering rapidly as I bit my lip, admiring the sight of his perfectly prepared hole. I warmed up more oil in my palms, then used both hands to stroke my cock and massage my balls. Unhurried, I pressed my cock to his entrance, then slid inside on a smooth stroke. My hands shook from the pleasure of it, and I grasped his cock as I bottomed out, distracting him as he acclimated to the stretch.
My hand went to his shoulder, then shifted over his neck. His eyes glittered with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, still obediently holding his knees back for me.
His lust-drunk words made my heart race, and I took his legs in my hands, pushing them back and wide until he was practically bent in two.
“Yes,” he choked out. “More.”
I happily gave him more. My hips were slow, insistent as a metronome, as I invaded his body again and again, building toward a dizzying peak as his mouth fell open in abandoned ecstasy.
Going back to the thought of taking a picture of Ren in this state, I realized no digital rendering could do him justice. His pleasure needed to be captured by a painter, an artist who’d studied at the feet of the greats. Someone with Klimt’s passion, Cézanne’s use of color, da Vinci’s exquisite eye for the body.
I inhaled his allure, wishing that I could exhale the words I held on my tongue. I didn’t say them, but they were there, and I felt them in every cell in my body.
I was in love with this man. I would be in love with him for the rest of my life. That certainty drove my hips forward. Controlling myself so as not to hurt him, I went as deep as I could, and with each thrust I told myself how much he meant to me.
We stared into each other’s eyes, and he began to fall apart around me. Maybe he could hear my silent words. His eyes darkened, pupils taking over, and his beauty sharpened, elevated as he spent on his pale belly.
I stroked his cock a few more times, reveling in the pulse of his shaft in my hand. Letting it go, I ran my fingers through his cum, then brought them to my lips. Even mixed with a little oil, I loved the taste of his desire. As I sucked the last bit of it from my thumb, my own pulsing orgasm took over, inelegant and rough. If he was a classic painting, I was an old-fashioned gas station sign, not fit for his presence.
Still, like a thief, I sank into his body, our eyes never parting as I filled him, marked him. “Mine,” I whispered, taking him in a deep and searching kiss.
“Yours,” he whispered as I released him, sealing my fate.
Whatever happened after this, my heart was forever altered. Forever his.
My back ached as consciousness returned, and I grumbled at the early hour. We were going to need to get Ren a better bed.
I understood that he’d be hesitant, of course, but Robert’s side of the mattress wasn’t fit for sleeping anymore. I made a note to research how to bring up such a delicate subject, then pulled him against me.
Back issues aside, waking up next to Ren after what we’d done last night made me happier than I’d been in a long time. Making love and waking up in each other’s arms the next morning was a whole ’nother level of good.
As I sank into my swirl of romantic—possibly dramatic?—thoughts, my reverie was broken by the high, light sound of Hikaru’s voice.
“Jiji?” Footsteps. “Where’s Jiji?”
Shit.
“Hikaru, wait here. Jiji might be asleep,” Holden said. Even from the other side of the house, I could hear the warmth and patience in his voice.
I doubted he’d be so patient if he found me in bed with his father.
“Ren,” I whispered, shaking him. “Your family is here.”
Ren blinked, confusion marking his features until Hikaru called out for him again.
“Jiji?”
