And every time he got to the tip, that tongue probed his slit. It was unbearable and perfect.
His ass clenched, his balls drew up tight, and Ellis knew he wasn’t going to last. But that was okay. That gave them more to explore, more to discover.
Ichabod had him by the hips, pulling him in deep, swallowing around him, giving him the best experience of his life.
He would unpack that later, because he had a feeling it had an emotional component that was new for him, but right now, he was focused on the physical. And the physical was so damn fine.
Amazing, in fact.
Ichabod took him all the way in, giving him everything he needed, making his toes curl. So he arched, pushing deep, and Ichabod took it.
He grabbed that tight ass, pulling Ichabod in as far as he could. Nose buried in wiry curls, he breathed in deep, tongue working hard.
He might not win this race, but damn it he was going to be making a showing.
Ichabod’s cock swelled in his lips, and he felt more than heard the long, low cry around his prick. Then Ichabod’s fingers tightened, squeezed his thighs, and his lover was coming, filling his mouth with bitter, hot, salty seed.
That was all it took for him to buck once, then twice, and he was giving it up, letting Ichabod have everything in him.
They pulled apart, both of them gasping for breath, and Ellis savored the flavor of Ichabod on histongue.
Ichabod cleaned his cock before letting it slide free. “Oh, that was nice. Damn.”
The sound of Ichabod post-orgasm was something worth waiting for.
He scooted up and around so he could pull Ichabod close. “Baby, nice doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
That got him a soft laugh. “True. I like going from honey to baby.”
“Yeah, it seems more personal.” He wasn’t examining that right now. He was going with it.
“This is pretty damn personal.” Ichabod took a deep breath, stretched against him, then cuddled in. “I hope I didn’t take you away from anything important. I had an itch only you could scratch.”
“Not one thing. I’ll need to feed tonight, especially the cattle, since they’re still fattening up, but I finished early in case you needed me to help get the kids.” He nuzzled Ichabod’s throat.
“Yeah, thank goodness it’s Friday. I have the feeling that tomorrow is going to be a popcorn and movies day.”
“Do the kids cross-country ski or snowshoe at all?” It was fun, good exercise, and it would give them something to do when they were basically snowed in.
“I think Zane wants to. To be honest, Michael hasn’t said a word about it one way or the other. I imagine the girls are probably still too small. What do you think?” Those amazing blue eyes stared right into him as though it mattered what he said, like Ichabod cared what his position was.
“I bet they could learn basic balance and all on some itty bitty snowshoes. Might be good for them to do it, to get to respect big snow. They don’t plow out here like they do in Denver.”
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll buy snowshoes for everybody. Do they have a snowshoe website? Do they go in like regular footsizes? Everything I know about snowshoes is exactly what you just said to me.”
God, Ichabod made him laugh. Seriously.
“I can get them at one of the big winter sports stores in Aspen.” He was still chuckling. “And we’ll see if Zane wants skis. He can do that in school, you know?”
“That I did know. It’s part of PE.” Ichabod began to touch him again, the touches sweet and gentle, sensitizing his skin. “I didn’t ski in PE.”
He started chuckling and Ichabod kissed the tip of his nose.
“I do know how, I’ll have you know. Not cross-country, but downhill. I’ve done it quite a few times.”
Interesting. “Are you good at it?”
Ichabod shook his head. “Not even a little bit, but I like it, and that’s what matters. I don’t have to be good at something to think it’s fun.”
