I have to brace both arms on the bed again to keep my weight off of him.
Had I thought I knew how to pleasure myself?
I close my eyes and savor every stroke and lick, the warm, wet heat of his mouth, the way he hooks his legs around the backs of mine and grinds his cock against my leg.
“I…I cannot hold back,” I tell him.
“Then don’t,” Davies mumbles around the head of my cock.
I turn myself over to him, pleasure building hard and fast and making me cry out as I spill into his mouth. It leaves him greedily slurping and moaning and covered in my sticky cum, and gently laughing once I finish and he makes his way back up my body.
We kiss, this time my juices all over his face. I lick it from him, feeling dazed and amazed and oh, so deeply in love with this intriguing human.
I pray he does not break my trust.
Or my heart.
Chapter Fourteen
Davies
Goddamn!
Okay, sothatfinally happened, and it was even better than I dreamed possible. Olarte tastes as good as they smell in this way, too.
The sound they made as they came for me will forever warm my heart every time I think about it.
They finally roll to their side and I move with them. I want to keep kissing them, loving the way they’re licking my face between kisses, but they have other ideas.
Manhandling me—did I mention I’mreallydigging how they can just scoop me up like I weigh nothing?—they lift and settle me on top of them, straddling their head, with my cock easily sliding into their mouth.
Umm… Holy shit!
I brace myself against the wall and start fucking their mouth. They hold my ass with both hands, squeezing my cheeks and urging me to go as fast and hard and deep as I want.
Maybe they aren’t very experienced, butdamn, they sure asfuckknow how to suck a cock!
I don’t bother holding back. This isamazing, and yet another memory that will live within me until the day I die.
It’ll also have to be a memory to help sustain me during our times apart, unless they ask me not to leave.
At this point? If they asked me right now to sign a mate contract for life, I’d demand they give me a stylus to do it so we can get down to spending the rest of our lives together.
When I blow, I think I might be speaking in tongues. This feels infinitely better than jerking off. By the time they drain me dry I slump over to the side, until they nestle me against them so they can kiss me again.
“Holy fuck,” I mumble against their lips. “That was…fantastic!”
“Do I measure up to others in your past?”
My eyes had been closed, but they pop open at that. I cup their face in my hands again and hold them still so I’m looking them in the eyes. “I have a rule for this—never think you’re going to compare yourself to anyone in my past, because I’m not comparing you to them. I love you, and you have no idea how glad I am we’ve finally reached this point together. Say the word, and I’ll give my notice right freaking now. I’ll call the ship and tell them I’m done. I don’t even need to go back, because all my shit’s in your living room.”
They stare into my eyes for what feels like too long. “I do not wish for you to give up your career. You love what you do.”
“Uh, news flash, I can afford to retire. I’m rich.”
“But you still enjoy the work.”
“I enjoy the work, but I loveyou.”
