“Counting on it? No. But I was hoping.”
“Good. So was I. Also… Do we need condoms? I haven’t been with anyone since I last tested, and seeing as we’re married… Plus, I’m on PrEP.”
Going bare. I’d never done it. Hell, I’d never even considered it. Ever. I might not be old enough to have lived through the height of the AIDS crisis, but my grandparents had been, and they’d made damn sure I knew the risks of unprotected sex. Hence my decision to go on PrEP once I got out of the Army and regularly started hooking up. But Forest was right. We were married, and while our marriage was far from conventional, I still considered it a commitment and had taken a vow to be true to him. And like him, I hadn’t hooked up in months.
“I’m on PrEP too, and my last check was clear,” I said slowly, dragging a finger down his cheek as I spoke. “So yes, I would love that. I’ve never done it bare.”
“Me neither, but…” Forest’s eyes darkened. “It feels right with you.”
Jesus, I was such a goner for this man. Any and all illusions that what I felt for him was mere attraction vanished. “I know, sweetheart.”
I wanted to kiss him again, but first things first. I quickly shucked off my underwear, sighing in relief as my aching cock was finally released from its confines. Then I stretched out ontop of him, skin to skin. The heat of him against me was incredible.
I claimed his mouth in a searing kiss as I rocked my hips, our cocks sliding together. Forest clutched at my back, his short nails digging in. I knew I’d have marks later, and the thought only turned me on more. I wanted to be branded by his passion, to have physical evidence of this moment.
I broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air. “Let me get the lube.”
I had to force myself to leave the warmth of his body, but it would be worth it. I quickly retrieved the lube from my travel bag, then returned to the bed.
Forest’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched me pop open the cap on the lube. I coated my fingers generously, rubbing them together to warm the slick substance.
Then I trailed my fingers down, past his balls, to the furled muscle of his entrance. He shivered as I circled it with my fingertip, teasing him. Slowly, I pressed one finger inside. The tight heat of his body clenched around me, and I had to take a deep breath to steady myself.
“Okay?” I asked.
“More than okay,” he breathed. “Keep going.”
I worked my finger all the way inside him, crooking it to find that special spot. I knew the moment I brushed against his prostate by the way his back bowed off the bed and he let out a keening cry. I held that spot, massaging it gently as he writhed beneath me, his fingers scrabbling at the sheets. Fuck, I loved seeing him like this, on the verge of losing himself.
With reluctance, I eased off, not wanting to push him over the edge too soon.
When he’d caught his breath, I slowly slid a second finger in alongside the first. He was so tight, his body gripping my fingers like a vise. I took my time stretching him, working him openuntil he was pushing back against my hand, fucking himself on my fingers.
“Please,” he whimpered, his voice wrecked. “I need you inside me.”
I nearly came right then from his words alone. I withdrew my fingers and quickly slicked myself, positioning the head of my cock at his entrance. Then, with excruciating slowness, I pushed inside.
The sensation was indescribable. The hot squeeze of him was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Bare skin on skin, nothing between us. The tight, slick heat enveloped me, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from slamming forward, to keep from taking him hard and fast like my body was screaming at me to do.
But I held back, letting him adjust to the stretch and burn of being filled. And even after that, I was all too aware of the fragility of his body, of the necessity to go easy on him, of needing to do most of the work while bringing him pleasure.
“You feel amazing,” I told him reverently, brushing his sweat-dampened hair back from his forehead. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
Slowly, I withdrew until only the tip remained inside him, then pushed back in just as slowly. Forest made a sound of frustration, but I kissed him to shut him up.
He got the message, his lips parting under mine, allowing me to deepen the kiss as I continued my slow, steady thrusts. Gradually, I increased the pace, pulling out a bit farther each time before plunging back in. The first few times, Forest met my thrusts, his hips rising to take me deeper, but he probably grew tired, or maybe it hurt too much because he stopped. That was okay.
I had this. I had him.
I angled my hips, searching for that spot inside him that would drive him wild. I knew I had found it when he tore hismouth from mine with a sharp cry, his head falling back against the pillow, exposing the long column of his throat. I couldn’t resist pressing open-mouthed kisses there, tasting the salt of his skin.
His hands roamed my back, fingers digging into my shoulders as he clung to me, lost in the building pleasure.
“Nash, please,” he begged, his voice cracking on my name. “I need more.”
“I know, honey. I’ve got you.”
I shifted, putting my weight on my knees and left forearm so I could reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. He was so hard, the velvet skin stretched taut over the rigid flesh beneath. Drops of precum beaded at the tip, and I swiped my thumb over them, spreading the slick fluid.
