I winced, knowing that fight lay ahead of me. “You don’t have to fight now. I’m standing right here. No more regrets or what-ifs.”
I dragged my lips against his cheek, and his breath hitched. I rested my mouth on the corner of his, and when I met no resistance, began to feather light kisses on his lips.
“Ezra, I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Roe sighed into my mouth but didn’t push me away.
“I do. Consider it practice.” My hand cupped his cheek, the pad of my thumb smoothing over the jut of his cheekbone. “We need to act like being together is natural, and there’s nothing more natural than kissing.”
Seeing a protest building in his eyes, I swooped in for the kill and took his mouth, sucking his lower lip between mine. I slid one hand around him and cupped his nape to hold him steady while I tasted his tongue.
“Mmm, Roe, you’re delicious.” I swept my tongue inside his mouth, thrusting against his in hot, velvety pulses. My dick swelled, and I rotated my pelvis against his, lost in the haze of lust rising around us. “Don’t push me away again. No regrets anymore.”
Still silent, he took my hand and led me to the couch, where we fell on each other, ripping at buttons and zippers, kicking off shoes and pulling down pants until we lay exposed. I pulled down his briefs, revealing his erection, and trailed my fingers down his stomach. With his hot length in my firm grasp, I began a slow up-and-down drag of his silky skin.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
A wicked, sticky twist of my fingers wrenched a moan from Roe, and wanting to push his pleasure to the limits, I increased the pace. We were no longer smooth-skinned youth, fumbling our way, looking for that quick rush. The last time we’d been together we’d both been growing into our bodies, neither of us fully developed, but we knew what and who we wanted.
It was always Roe for me. Always him.
“Is this really happening?” Roe sighed.
I straddled him, holding on to his shoulders for support. Our noses touched, and I studied his face. All the stories of his life, waiting for me to learn them. Eyes hazy with desire met mine, and I felt the force of his need rolling off him in waves. I could smell his hunger.
“It’s happening.” To prove it, I clamped onto his nipple and flicked it with my tongue, loving the jerk of him underneath me. “Feel that?” I rocked my pelvis, my cock brushing against his, sending licks of fire through me. “That’s me. Wanting you.” I grasped the two of us, feeling him swell beneath my touch.
“I’m not like you remembered, I’m sure.”
I squeezed his rock-hard erection. “I’ll say. You’re damn bigger.”
A strained laugh escaped Roe, ending in a moan as I swirled my thumb over the sticky crown of his cock. “I would hope so.”
I edged further down the couch and kissed along the length of his shaft, rubbing its silky-steel length against my cheek. A rush of longing swept through me. One taste wasn’t enough, and I took him down my throat, hot, full, and throbbing. His hips rolled, sending him deeper, and I grasped him tighter while he buried his fingers in my hair.
Time and memory disappeared, and all there was in the world was Roe and me, sweat-soaked and desperate. I needed him, wanted him, had to have him skin to skin. Greedy, inarticulate sounds escaped me while he urged me on.
“Faster, yeah, that’s it. Love the sight of your mouth filled with me. Suck me down, Ezra. Oh, God.”
Discovering Roe was a noisy, talkative lover was a turn-on, and I increased my pace, wanting to hear him again.
“Oh, God. Oh…ohhh.”
Roe rewarded me with the groans of his release. The sharp taste of him hit the back of my throat, and I drank him down, then bathed the quivering skin around the base of his shaft, groin, and thighs with my tongue. I rested on my heels, and with Roe watching me through lust-drunk eyes, I stroked my cock hard and rough until a haze of gold blinded me and I spilled into my hand.
“C’mere,” Roe said, and when I squeezed in next to him, Roe took each of my fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. Sated and drained, I rubbed my cheek against the swirls of dark hair on his chest. He put his arm around my shoulders and held me close. “What are you thinking about? Talk to me.”
What could I say without sounding crazy? I knew to choose my words carefully.
“If I said that the wait was almost worth it, that would be silly, because I’d rather have had these past twenty-three years with you than not. But it was everything I’d imagined. More. Better.”
Roe played with the ends of my hair. “It was for me too. I wish…” He broke off for a moment, and when he spoke, he sounded tense and strained. “So we can pull this off, then?”
A cold dread snaked through me. “Pull it off?”
“Yeah. The whole fake-relationship thing. We can fake it in front of Nettie well enough, but now that we know we’re still sexually compatible, it will make it even easier.”
“Yeah. Uh, sure.” I extracted myself from under his arm and wriggled off the couch. “It’s all good.” My clothing lay scattered, and I picked up each piece and hurriedly got dressed. There was nothing I wanted more than to get the hell out of there. “I guess I’ll see you. Bye.”
I didn’t wait for a response, and I shut the door behind me.
