He softened against me. “Yeah. Me too. And our nieces and nephews can take care of us when we’re all old and forgetful.”
“We can be the creepy retirement home weirdos who never have aides come in without knocking because we’ll always be fucking,” I told him.
He burst into laughter and rolled on top of me, thrusting his dick against mine. He was hard, the length poking through his robe.
“Viagra?” I asked.
“I wanted to have fun when everyone else went down to the beach,” he said, kissing along my neck. “Is that okay with you?”
“It’s more than okay.” His body, his lust, his love—all of it was my home. Anywhere he went, he would take my heart with him.
Turning my head, I captured his mouth in a kiss, and his tongue slipped past my teeth as he spread his legs and rocked me into the mattress. In the distance, I could hear the sliding glass doors open and close as everyone began to file out for the bonfire and fireworks.
The sky was getting darker, which meant the minutes were ticking closer to a new year. Another year of this. Of loving him. Of being obsessed with him. Of being able to not know any satisfaction unless it came at his hands.
That would change, of course. We would settle. We would find out who we were together, but also apart. But for the first time in my life, I knew there was nothing to be afraid of. There wouldn’t be an ocean between us, even if he was on the road and I was at home teaching.
“I need you,” he murmured, tugging at my shorts. I lifted up so he could yank them off my hips. My shirt came next, and then his warm palms ghosted over my naked torso. His lips followed, wet, biting kisses over my nipples and over my ribs before he settled himself back on top of me.
He didn’t do this often. His body didn’t always cooperate, and nothing was worse for him than being forced to stop midway because his legs and hips gave out.
But tonight, I could tell he needed this, and I would do everything in my power to make it work. We didn’t have our devices and toys here that we had at home. The swing he’d bought had been a game changer for bad days, and there were plenty of strap-ons and other toys for when he couldn’t get hard, no matter how many pills he took.
I didn’t think we needed them in this moment. I held him by the hips as he lifted up, and when my fingers drifted toward his hole, I froze. There was something there—something hard, with a tiny loop that I could thread my finger through.
“Did you?—”
“Yes,” he said. “I prepped. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight.”
“God,” I gasped. I gripped the handle and began to pump it in and out of him, slow and deep at first, then hard, my knuckles slapping against his ass. “You are so perfect, you know that?”
He let out a thready moan, bracing himself on his hands as his hips worked backward, trying to take it deeper. But I knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just this, so I drew it out and lined the head of my dick up with his hole.
“Lube,” I said. He fumbled for it, then slapped the tube against my hand. “Good boy.” He shuddered as those words tumbled from my lips, and I knew he would never get tired of them. I didn’t need them as often, but when I did, they were everything.
And I would give them to him as often as he craved.
I slicked myself up and had him seated on me between two short breaths. His head tipped back on his shoulders as he moaned, his fingernails digging into my skin.
“I love how fucking desperate you are to get your ass stuffed with my dick,” I told him.
He looked down at me. “My next…uhg…song.”
I fucked my hips upward, making him bounce. I’d take it. “If you really want the rest of the world to know what a slut you are for me, I’ll happily sing backup.”
He burst into laughter as he rolled his hips, head falling down so he could kiss the grin off my face. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Trust me, I will keep this one.” I began to move my hips, feeling where he was losing strength so I could lend him mine. He braced himself on his hands and let his muscles relax so he could take me, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was our skin slapping and his punched-out groan as I found the right angle and nailed his prostate.
“More,” he begged.
I sat up, yanking him onto my lap as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and braced my feet on the floor. His arms came around my shoulders, and he leaned forward as I leaned back on my hands. In that position, I could give him everythinghe wanted. My calves were trembling, but I managed to lift my hips into the air, railing his ass until his eyes slammed shut and his breathing began to stutter.
He let me go with one arm so he could grip himself, and I let my own need to come take over as I felt him get closer. His cock thickened against my stomach as he rubbed himself, and after a short, hard groan, he let go.
His come shot out, coating my upper stomach, and I yanked him against me, thrusting upward, ragged and entirely off rhythm. I chased my pleasure as he squeezed down around me, and my vision turned white at the edges as I let go.
I felt myself filling him, and I lost strength, collapsing backward onto the bed. He fell with me, my dick slipping out of him with a loud squelch as he fell forward against my chest. Atlas caught himself on his hands and smiled down at me, his eyes a little wild and feverish.
