He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Eyes on me, Dec.”
He slowly lifts his head and stares me in the eyes. “You’re not going to let me go, are you, George?”
I can’t tell if he means that as a statement or a question, so I assume the latter. With his head gently cupped in my hands, I kisshim.
Tonight, I want to think aboutthis, abouthim.
About thequiet.
I’m beyond the point of trying to figure out why aman, whynow.
All that matters to me is not losing this peace I never again thought I’d feel.
“If you want me to let you go,” I finally say, “then all you have to do is safeword.”
His forehead touches mine and he stays just like that for a moment. “No.”
“No, you don’twant me to let you go, Declan? You tell me.”
He kisses me, hard, deep, desperately. When he lifts his lips from mine, he shivers again. “No, I don’t want you to let me go, George.”
“Then show me, baby,” I tell him. “Show me how you want me to make love to you.”
He starts moving again as we kiss, dropping down so yes, his cock is pinned between the two of us. I bend my knees to brace my feetfor traction, and he hooks his feet under my legs, his heels tucked up against my ass.
I take control of the kiss as he fucks himself on me, my arms around him, my fingers in his hair, and my lips over his. All the while he slowly rocks back and forth, a slow simmer for me that I can tell is close to flashing over for him. When he finally comes, it’s with a sweet, soft gasp and a full-body shudderthat takes me over with him.
And instead of moving to clean up, I wrap my arms around him, roll us onto our sides, and like that, still joined together, I crash back into silent oblivion.
