I encouraged him to give me more, which he did, and he shuddered hard. He slid a hand into my hair, then experimentally tightened his fingers. Not enough to sting, but enough to let me know what he wanted to do. I responded with another moan, and I was rewarded with a painfully tight grip on my hair. Sometimes I didn’t like when a guy held onto my head and plowed into my mouth, but I knew to my core I could trust Eric. He wouldn’t push it too far. He wouldn’t ignore a sign of distress. Plus he was lying down; if he’d been standing, he’d have had more leverage and wouldn’t have had to fight gravity. Like this, I still had enough control to keep things safe.
“Fuck, I want to come like this,” he said unsteadily. “I want—can you handle…”
I dug my fingers into his ass cheek, hoping that came across as“I can handle all this and more.”
It must have, because he didn’t hold back. I fucking loved it.
“I’m gonna come,” he panted, voice trembling. “Keep—keep doing that, just like that, I’m…” He sucked in air and arched his back, and I swear to God I almost came again as his cum shot across my tongue. His cry was almost as loud as mine had been, and I hoped everyone around the lake did hear it. I wanted the whole world to hear the bliss and surrender in his voice.
I can’t believe I finally got to take you there.
His fingers loosened in my hair. Then he settled back on the bed, still panting and trembling. I crawled up beside him, grinning as I took in the utter shaking mess I’d turned him into.
“Holy fuck,” he murmured as he pulled me to him. “Your mouth is unreal.”
“Mmm, so is the way you moan while I’m going down on you.”
Eric bit his lip and squirmed against me. Then he pulled me all the way in and kissed me, and I was the one to moan as he stole my breath. If I’d been twenty-five instead of thirty-five, I’d probably be hard again already. I wasn’t in a rush, though. I was in bed with Eric. I didn’t care if we got each off again as long as we kept kissing and touching like this.
After a while, my arm was getting tired from holding me up, so we shifted onto our sides. As we did, Eric winced.
So did I—all those muscles that were pissed off earlier were reminding me they hadn’t gotten over it. I groaned a little theatrically. “We should’ve done this before we hit the trails.”
He laughed, rolling onto his side and sliding his hand up my chest. “But then I wouldn’t have been all turned on from seeing your ass in the saddle.”
I chuckled. “Eh, I can’t judge.”
“Shame you weren’t jumping today. I’m suddenly really curious how you look in hunt boots and breeches.”
“So, you’re saying if I took up jumping again, you’d come to my competitions?”
“I’ll be there with a telephoto lens and a hard-on.”
I snorted. “Soclassy.”
He gave an unrepentant shrug. “Never claimed to be classy.”
“Well, as long as you’re aware of your classlessness.”
“Fully aware,” he said, almost beaming with pride. We both laughed, and I drew him into another kiss.
Which was the exact moment my back decided to complain again.
I winced, rubbing the pissy muscle.
“You okay?” Eric asked.
“Yeah. Just feeling our trail ride.”
He laughed softly. “Yeah. Me too.” He paused. “You know, we could have some fun in that huge tub in the other bathroom.” One eyebrow arched. “And maybe some hot water will help our sore muscles?”
I studied him. “You really think so? Or do you just want an excuse to make out in a hot tub?”
“Are those options mutually exclusive?”
He made a valid point, and no, they definitely weren’t.
That enormous bathtub in the main bedroom’s en suite turned out to be the perfect size for the two of us. We both fit comfortably, and we could easily stretch out and let the hot water relax our stiff muscles.
