I also didn’t have the patience to get up, shift to a different location, and dig out oil from a drawer. Right now, I needed only this. I pushed him farther back so we were leaning completely against the sofa, shifting to a more comfortable position.
The world seemed to pause; ardor crystalized in the air as James’s eyes swept over me, stunned disbelief and reverence in his gaze. His hands shakily lifted to trace the contours of my face, mapped the slope of my chest, the spread of my thighs. I struggled to breathe, the worship in his touch incendiary. I’dnever felt anything like it, couldn’t imagine how I’d lived without it.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Any response I’d planned on formulating died when James’s hand finally wrapped around my cock. He felt impossibly hot around me, giving me the friction I craved. The world restarted with a rush, and desperation reignited for us both, taking all ability to think with it.
He let go long enough to grasp my hips, guiding me so I lay between his spread legs. I caged our cocks together with a hand, his joining and overlapping with mine, and gods, it felt incredible. His cock was blazing hot and already leaking precum, lubricating my own. At the first touch, he gave these hitched, cut-off noises of need, burying his face against the crook of my neck. His mouth seized skin, sucking on it, and it felt incandescently good. I tilted my head to give him better access even as I started thrusting against his cock on instinct, pleasure building in the base of my spine with every thrust.
James kept one hand on both our dicks, the other hand grabbing my ass and encouraging me forward. I loved the way his hand squeezed my ass cheek, no doubt, but I wanted something else.
“J-James,” I panted, nearly keening as I strained to get words strung together. “I-I want—”
“Tell me,” he whispered, the words hot against my lips. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
“A finger, please.” Was I making sense? I hoped I made sense. I needed something filling me. All coherent thought was grinding down, sliding into a disposal, and dying there. I was a creature of sensation and need, nothing else.
James lifted his hand off my ass—what, no!—then put two fingers against my lips. Oh, that was what he was doing. I eagerlytook them into my mouth and sucked, coating them heavily with saliva. The second I released them, he shifted to my ass again.
The first slow, steady penetration of a finger made me shudder. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a blunt-tipped finger rubbing along my channel.
“Look at you,” James murmured, adoring eyes taking in every twitch of my expression. “You love it.”
I nodded fervently. Yes, I loved every bit of penetration, to the point where I couldn’t think or form words anymore. I shoved back on his finger, feeling the way it filled me, the touch of it sliding at just the right angle to make sparks happen behind my eyes. I loved every bit indeed.
In fact, I loved it too much, as my climax built fast and furious. A garbled cry broke from my lips. This was too intense, I couldn’t hold my climax back, nor was I really trying to. Still, I wanted—I wanted— He reared up to catch my mouth with his and I poured everything I felt into the kiss, holding nothing back from him.
James shoved a second finger into me without ceremony, making sparks fly, and I came unwound. I climaxed hard and heavy over his hand and stomach. I broke the kiss, head landing on his shoulder instead.
Gods, had I ever… My whole body tingled. The afterglow was intense, too. I felt a touch faint with it. If ahandjobcould do this, I couldn’t wait to see what full-blown penetrative sex would do.
“Edwin”—James sounded strained—“I dearly want to come inside you.”
“Oh fuck yes,” I breathed without thinking. If the man wanted to fuck me into oblivion, this was the only answer I could give him. “I have oil in the bedroom.”
While I knew James was strong, it was an intellectual knowledge. I’d seen him train with the knights, and they didn’t normally get the better of him, so he had to be strong. Still,knowing versus experiencing it? Worlds different. In a second flat, I was up in his arms and he’d beelined for the bedroom.
I’d never in my life been picked up by someone after I grew into adulthood, so being carted in James’s arms felt a little odd. I didn’t dislike it, though.
This close, I could hear his rapid breathing, see the flush in the skin of his cheeks and along his neck. The hunger in his eyes was all consuming; I felt scorched by it. Every inch of my body tingled in awareness.
James
I somehow got us safely to the bedroom, divested myself of pants, got oil out of the beside drawer, and gently laid my man across the sheets. As much as I’d dreamed of this day, fantasized about it, yearned for it, I’d never actually hoped for it. Perhaps that was why I found it almost overwhelming to be lying here naked, entwined with Edwin, able to kiss him, to feel how his breath shook against my skin with each caress. I’d only been able to experience this in dreams.
Reality took my breath away.
The warmth of his skin felt like embers, almost too hot to touch—or perhaps it was me who burned with the sheer amount of want raging through my veins. I pressed tender kisses to every part of his skin I could reach, living for every gasp of breath tumbling from his lips. I loved it when his hands roved over my back, pulling me in tighter, as if he couldn’t bear for even air to separate us.
Body singing with want, I was so hard for him my cock wept precum. Still, I had no desire to hurt him; in fact, I was loath todo so. He’d accepted a finger easily enough in the other room, and even now he urged me on. I strained to control myself long enough to properly prep him.
It had been so long since I’d been with a man, I’d almost forgotten the mechanics of it. Since meeting Edwin in our first life, I hadn’t wanted anyone else. It had made for some very long, lonely years, and now I felt out of practice. Still, I gamely grabbed the oil he pressed into my hand, then poured it on my fingers. I couldn’t bear to part with him, so instead of lifting myself off, I coaxed one leg to rest over my shoulder. It gave me the access I needed while keeping him within my arms.
I slid one finger into his puckered ring, and with his face so close to mine, I saw his pupils dilate, felt the shiver of his breath against my lips. How beautifully sensitive he was to the slightest touch. I slid a second finger in to join the first, twisting the two digits to graze them against his inner walls, and he almost came out of my arms, arching against them. The cry bursting from his lips was of pure pleasure and like a drug to my ears.
Edwin’s hips worked against my fingers, unable to stay still, eyes at half-mast. He looked beautiful, like a creature lost to his own passion. His blazing hot channel gripped my fingers as I worked them in and out. These sounds kept pouring from his mouth, inarticulate begging, and I couldn’t help but indulge him, sliding in a third finger to caress his pleasure center. He twisted in my arms, desperation incarnate. One day, I’d make him come on my fingers alone, worship him like he deserved.
I’d never seen Edwin like this. He was normally a calm, collected man, his every action ruled by intellect and reason. To see him wild and lost to passion because of me, because of the pleasure I gave him? My own sense of reason got completely pushed out of my head. I had enough sense to pour more of the oil over my cock, and Edwin’s hand joined mine, rubbing it all over. I shuddered and fought against coming immediately.
