I could do this all night.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper. “Like this. Come for me.” I let him find the perfect angle and take over the tempo. In the dim light, I see he’sgoneagain, and it nearly shoves me over the edge.
He’s so fuckingeager. He’s given me not just his body, but his trust, rightly or wrongly.
I don’t want to lose him.
I don’t want to give him up.
I damn sure don’t want him to return to Florida.
I’m too far gone now.
I watch his face and listen to every sweet gasp and moan he makes as he rides me. We can take our time.
We don’t have to rush.
We don’t need to worry about who might hear us.
He braces his hands on the mattress and it only takes him a couple of minutes before he’sthere. I grab his hips and speed up, plowing him, loving that he kisses me as I start moaning when I finally come.
He’s still tenderly kissing me as I relax my grip and begin massaging his ass.
I don’t want this night to end.
It’s not just about the sex—it’s about having his warm and willing flesh pressed against mine.
And now we need to go clean up again.
I roll us over, on top of him, and stare down at him.
“What, Sir?” he asks, sounding completely awake and totally proud of himself.
I think I know what that look means. “It’s not a contest.”
“I know, Sir.” He plays with my hair.
“Are you trying to stake your territory, boy?”
He smiles. “Maaaaybe.”
The way my heart pleasantly twists over that admission takes me by surprise. I nuzzle noses with him. “Consider me staked.”
* * * *
We sleep until nearly eight Sunday morning. For me, that’s like a damned vacation.
While Jordan’s in the bathroom, I find my burner and text Elliot.
Good morning, pet.
I don’t have to wait more than a few seconds for his reply.
Good morning, Master. :)
Okay, that’s a good sign.
Also leaves me feeling guilty as fuck.
