Taking a fortifying breath, I got my knees under me, and Edwin wound his legs around my hips. He barely gave me any time at all to line up before he tried to pull me in.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I accused with a soft laugh at his impatience.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, hands gripping the sheet above his head. “Don’t hold back.”
“As you wish, my love.”
It honestly was my intention to do as he commanded, but my body had other ideas. The sound that escaped unbidden as I breeched him was raw, weighted with all the emotion I could no longer contain. My skin felt stretched thin, nine years of longing, nine years of repression finally set free. It brought me to the edge of something so liberating I had no name for it. A full-body shudder racked me, and I bent at the waist to rest my forehead against his shoulder, doing my best to compose myself. My breath whistled in and out wetly, my fingers gripped Edwin’s hips too tightly, but he never once complained. No, instead, my Edwin embraced me, gently combed his fingers through my hair, smoothed his hands up and down my back.
“I know, darling, I know. It’s all right, I have you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
Desperate, I raised my head to kiss him, pouring all of my love and want into the kiss, and felt the bonds of restraint I’d kept on my desires unravel. Edwin met me head-on, not shying away from the intensity of the kiss. Instead, his hands latched on to my upper arms, once again pulling me until no distance remained between us. His channel clenched around my dick, an exquisite sensation of tight, welcome heat. Arousal reasserted itself, careening through me. Without any conscious thought, I found my hips pulling out, then pressing in, needing friction like I needed air.
Edwin rasped in a breath, a sharp cry erupting as I thrust in, his fingers digging into my arms. Every thrust rubbed his dripping cock against my belly, turning him into a quivering mess of need. It pulled a hunger out of me I didn’t know I was capable of, and my next thrust in was harder, more demanding, as my control spiraled out of my grasp. I didn’t care. I wished only to be lost in this moment with Edwin, to luxuriate in the feeling of homecoming. I was right where I should be, and I moved in earnest, in and out, harder with every thrust. The bed started moving and I didn’t care about that either. I just wanted to bury myself in Edwin as deeply as possible.
I adjusted my angle until I had it just right. Every time I entered, I nailed Edwin’s prostate, and his head tossed back and forth, a half-garbled scream caught in his throat. His heels dug into the small of my back, urging me on, and I tried to somehow drive myself harder, deeper, craving this intimacy. It wasn’t physically possible, but still, I wanted to imprint on this man so we’d never be separated, never be apart.
Edwin’s cock bounced against his stomach, hard and weeping. I knew he was close, I could feel it, see it on his face, and my own climax chased me hard. I fought it back, as I’d spent too many years dreaming of this very moment to have it over so soon. Not yet, not yet, let me spend a few more minutes in this paradise of pleasure.
Much as I tried, the human body couldn’t withstand the all-consuming sensation, at least not for long. I barely had warning before my climax shattered. I yelled as I came, felt him clamp down around my dick. A wave of relief crashed over me, leaving me dazed and almost on the verge of passing out. Darkness crowded my vision and all I could focus on was breathing.
Oh, I was lying on top of him, my forehead pressed to his shoulder. It felt like he’d come. He wasn’t hard against my abdomen anymore, and something sticky pressed against myskin. I was sad I’d missed his expression but glad he’d also found satisfaction.
His hands idly swept up and down my back and I felt a kiss against my temple. Trust Edwin to gather his thoughts first. Mine still felt scattered about the continent.
All right, I thought I possessed the coordination to lift up on an elbow. I tried and somehow managed it, although it was a near thing. I looked into his eyes and found him looking right back at me, with all of the affection and warmth I could ever dream of receiving. Truly, the way this man looked at me—as if I was everything he’d wanted. Heady stuff and I had no immunity against it.
I pressed a soft kiss against his mouth. “I love you.”
“I know,” he murmured back, smiling against my lips. “Stop wiggling, I quite like you where you are.”
Still, it would grow sticky and uncomfortable soon. I was not a small man, after all. I was likely squashing him, but I’d linger for a moment longer to indulge us both.
“If you’re up for it, I’d like to make slow love with you.” If I could find the patience. Which might take a while, considering how deep my pit of need ran.
He kissed me again, eyes sparkling. “We’re not getting any sleep tonight, are we?”
“Likely not much. You can hardly blame me. You’re delightful to make love with.”
“I love how this is suddenly my fault.”
“It can hardly be a ‘fault’ when you’re so utterly delightful.”
We lay there a few minutes, trading lazy kisses, until the mess between us ran the risk of becoming glue.
“Here, let me pull out and clean us up. We can cuddle after.”
Edwin dramatically sighed. “If you must.”
I laughed and pulled out with a slight grimace, rolling off the bed to duck into the bathroom to grab a wet towel. I wipedmyself down while there, then walked back into the bedroom, towel in hand, only to stop short. Edwin still lay where I’d left him, loose limbed and sated, the very picture of seduction. I swallowed hard, arousal attempting to swirl low in my gut, though my body was nowhere near capable of rising to the occasion. Gods, this man. This beautiful, wonderful, intelligent man was finally mine, and I didn’t think he’d ever fully grasp the hold he had on me.
His gaze started to turn questioning, but I smiled with a shake of my head and started for the bed again. I derived great joy from cleaning Edwin of our releases before sliding back into the bed. I immediately pulled him in so I could lie face-to-face with him, our legs tangled together.
Edwin cleared his throat, and his fingers tapped a nervous beat on my chest. “First, I realize you’re madly in love with me and I…I want to love you just as much.” He peered up at me through his lashes. “So, can we start with dating?”
I smiled so hard it hurt, and I swore bells rang in my head with celebration. “I would love to date.”
Relief washed over his face, clearing out all his nerves and turning him boneless again.
