My hand speeds up and my cock slides up and down his crack as he rolls his hips, using my other hand to thrust into.
“I want to feel your hot cum dripping down my ass. I’d love to lick it off if I could contort myself. I want to taste your cum.”
Fucking hell. I let out a low moan.
“I want you to feed it to me. Give it to me.”
The visual his words create is too much and I cry out.
“Fuck!” My back arches and cum squirts over his butt cheeks. He spills all over my hand and rests his forehead against the wall. I wash him off and clean myself up, then I plant a kiss on his back before gently turning him around and kissing him on his dirty mouth.
“Never mind the dinner, you could have just gone for this before telling me whatever it is you have planned.”
“Wait until you’ve tasted it.” He grins before stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel then handing me one. I’m notsure what could be better than sex with Holden, but I’m willing to find out.
Ten minutes later we’re dressed and seated at the table. Holden serves me some of his chicken and hands me the plate. I add some of the leafy salad he’s prepared and tuck in. The first forkful explodes in flavor on my tongue.
“Mmmm, that is good,” I say, and he laughs joyfully.
“Told you,” he says.
“It’s excellent. I’m not giving up sex with you for it, but this comes a close second.”
He giggles, and if the food wasn’t so good I would have launched myself at him for round two. I eat everything and run my finger around the plate trying to catch the last of the juices. He looks pleased at my reaction. He rises and starts to clear the table, and I follow him into the kitchen with some of the empty dishes. I take him in my arms.
“Okay, baby. You’ve sated me in more ways than one. What have you got to tell me?”
He takes a deep breath and I hold my own.
“You know you said that if I was going to have my new store a few hours from Gomillion, it might as well be anywhere? And you’d come with me?”
“I did. Did you find somewhere? That’s great news, where is it?” My mind starts thinking of the possibilities, wondering if it’s a state he’s already mentioned.
“I have found somewhere. What about if we didn’t go anywhere?”
“You want to stay in Gomillion?” I’m confused. He wants a second store in Gomillion?
“No, here.”
“Here?” My face scrunches. I think I’m missing something.
“Yes, here in Oxford. Ami wants to retire and sell her store. And I was talking to her and she said she never wanted to return permanently to the States as her friends and her life are here. And when we went to Marina’s the other day, I saw you with Mac and Nolan. Your friends and your life are here. I don’t want to take you away from those.” He garbles it all out in one breath and it takes me a few seconds to catch up. He’s willing to move to the UK for me. My heart nearly bursts that he’s even considering it. I’m still processing, and I see the wonderful light in his eyes dull a little as I haven’t answered.
“You’d do that, for me?”
“Of course.”
“But what about you? What do you want? This is fantastic, but don’t do it because you think it’s what I would want.”
He dips his eyes and then raises them to mine.
“I was hoping they’d become my friends and my life too.”
I tighten my arms around him, and overcome with love for him, I nuzzle into his neck. “They will, baby. They will,” I croak.
“Are you sure about this?” I say when I can trust myself to speak evenly again.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
