I could, and did. As soon as I’d sheathed my cock with a condom, I grabbed the lube and used my fingers to make him ready for me, thinking I’d been a genius for keeping extra condoms on a shelf right next to the shower.
I was slightly bigger than Isaac, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt him, so I was always very thorough with my preparation.
He always complained I was too thorough, and this time was no different. When I entered him, he moaned with so much pleasure it was almost a sigh of relief. I didn’t quite feel the same way because the tightness and warmth of Isaac’s body always made me feel too close to exploding.
Once I was as far in as I could go, I started moving slowly. My hands went from his hips, slowly up his back, and around his chest. I put one hand on his throat and turned his face to me so I could kiss him.
“So good, Isaac. You feel so damn good.”
“Max, I need to come. Please.”
I was just as close to coming undone, so I latched my mouth on his neck and sucked hard, knowing I’d leave a mark there. At the same time, I tightened my hold on him and attempted to change the angle of my thrusts so I could hit his prostate.
Isaac put one hand on my back to pull me closer into him and the other around my neck. The neighbors were probably going to complain about the noise, but Isaac’s voice was like a balm to my soul.
I didn’t allow myself to come until Isaac had his orgasm. He kept having aftershocks as my cock touched his prostate over and over again, and I kept going so I could drink in the essence of his voice as he called out my name.
Isaac pulled away from me and turned around. His hands cupped my face. I’d hoped the cascading water from the shower had masked my tears.
“Shit, Max. What’s happening?” Concern was etched in his voice and his face.
I couldn’t reply, so I kissed him, and because I didn’t want to worry him, I kept the kisses light and gentle. His hands roamed down my body until they found my still-hard cock. He removed the condom and stroked me until I was the one begging for relief.
We finished the shower after I came, and Isaac made a fuss of drying me with his towel and then took me back to bed. The sheets were clean, so he must have changed them before he joined me in the shower. As if I couldn’t love this man anymore.
We lay facing each other. Isaac took hold of both my hands and brought them to rest against his chest.
“I hope you’ll tell me what’s bothering you, Max. I just want to support you.”
“It’s nothing,” I said, “silly, really.”
“Whatever it is, if it’s giving you nightmares and making you cry when we’re making love, it’s not silly.”
“Is that what we were doing?”
“Max, I love you. I think we established that in Lisbon. To me, what we do goes beyond sex. It’s sex with a million other layers of greatness on top. Love is just one of them. The biggest one, but there are more.”
“You’re an amazing person. I love you so much.”
He traced my face with the tip of his finger.
“I just don’t want to lose you,” I finally confessed.
“What makes you think you’re going to lose me?”
“My dreams. They make me believe you’re going to go away. That you’re not going to like what you see anymore and you’ll go back to Portugal.”
I couldn’t stop the tears flowing freely from my eyes.
Isaac got closer to me and kissed my face. Wherever there was a tear, he licked it clean.
“You’re a bit salty, like the ocean. Have I ever told you how much I love the ocean?” he said gently. “Let’s sleep, baby. We have a day off tomorrow; let’s do something together, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed as my eyes felt heavy with sleep.
He still hadn’t stopped kissing my face, but his kisses had become even more gentle.
“Love you,” I whispered.
