The hug I gave him was probably too tight, but I couldn’t stop. “All the time. I worry my boyfriend might leave, too. I’m human.”
“You’re sexy and elegant. Hell, you’re even rich.” He moved, and I didn’t want to let go, but he switched on the lamp beside the bed so he could blink at me. The baffled expression on his face had me feeling strange inside.
“I want you with me, and I worry you’ll decide you don’t want to be.” I shrugged.
He leaned in, and I almost died of joy when he pressed his lips to mine. I opened my mouth when his tongue surged inside, then sucked on it as he withdrew.
Maurice combed his fingers through my hair. “Yes, I want to keep you. I love you. I’m sorry. I don’t think of you as someone who needs to worry about things like that.”
“I forgive you. Do you forgive me?” I held my breath.
He grinned. “Yes, I do forgive you for now. You’re unforgiven if you do it again, though. Please, Wick, just trust me if there’s a next time.”
“Fair enough.” I leaned in to brush my mouth against his again, and our kiss turned on a dime and became desperate. Maurice rolled me onto my back and explored my chest with his lips, pausing to swipe his tongue over my right nipple. The sensation was a wonderful torment that had my cock plumping in my boxers at warp speed.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered.
“You are, too,” I said around a gasp.
He sighed and glanced up at me, then sucked on my nipple harder while he watched my face. I couldn’t stop my hips from flexing and sighed happily at the pleasure as I rutted against him.
He chuckled and his breath on my damp nipple sent a shiver through me. “You have to move your treasure box closer.” He slid one hand between my thighs and urged me to spread my legs with gentle pressure. I was more than happy to comply and wished I didn’t have the boxers on.
“You’re welcome to my booty.” I snickered.
With an eye roll and a groan, Maurice shoved off the bed and went across the room to my dresser, then came back with the lube. He tossed the tube at my head while I laughed way too hard, relief a sharp pleasure in my chest. I rescued the slick before it could get lost in the bedding and set it down at my side.
“Are we still okay with only this?” he asked, pointing at the lube.
“I am. I was comfortable with our conversation, and I trust that you haven’t been with anyone but me.”
Maurice was usually a little shy when he undressed, but tonight he stripped his shirt off and tossed it with a confidence that had my cock leaking in anticipation, and I slid over to attack his belt. Between the two of us we had his jeans and briefs off, and he grinned while he removed his socks. I leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock, and he dug his fingers into my hair. I sucked him until I got a drop of salty goodness in my mouth.
“Okay, you’re seriously forgiven.”
Laughing, I sat back and slid to the middle of the bed, and he snagged my boxers, tugging them down my legs. My body was on fire as he stared at me like he would never get tired of looking. A sense of urgency had me yanking on his hand to pull him closer, and he happily crawled onto the bed.
“I was worried I would never get this again,” I admitted and leaned up to kiss him. Maurice groaned, falling and pinning me. I loved his strength and weight on me, and my cheeks heated as I let out a whimper. Maurice molded his lips to mine and all I wanted to do was open up and let him in.
“Usually we go slower, but I need to be in you.” He dragged the lube closer.
Nodding, I spread my legs. “Do it.”
He smiled, but his face was red and sweat broke out on his forehead. I was feeling hot all over, too, and I hissed when he slid his fingers, coated in cool gel, between my asscheeks. I pulled my legs up to my chest, exposing my hole, as he got onto his knees, and an arrogant look I’d never seen—but loved—passed across his face.
“You’re mine. Don’t worry about anyone else stealing me.”
I nodded, and a delighted thrill sliced through my stomach as he slipped two fingers into my hole. The prep wasn’t as thorough as usual, and before long he had his cock lined up to my ass and was easing bare into my body. I loved feeling his skin tugging against my sensitive rim, and I couldn’t wait for him to sink his cum deep into me.
“I love this—no condoms. Nothing. Just us.”
“Me too.” He panted. “Fuck, I love the way it feels. You’re the only person I’ve done this with. I might come too fast.” He grabbed my thighs and pushed forward until his groin was flush to my ass.
I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and held him closer, and the shift made him bump all the right spots in my body and sent electricity out to curl my toes and warm my insides. “I trust you to take care of me.”
Maurice groaned and angled his hips differently. I stiffened as he slammed my prostate, and the warmth that rolled through my gut made me squirm and fall apart in his arms. I said a lot of things that didn’t make sense while he fucked me at a fast pace, which was the only thing we could both stand after the stress of being apart. His chest heaved and his glasses slipped down his nose, and I laughed and pushed them up again, only to have them nearly fall off once more.
“I love you,” I panted against his lips. He wrapped his hand around my cock, and I strained against his fist, needing him to make me feel good. I had to have his body deep in mine. I needed his scent surrounding me.
