I have to hold it up as I thrust inside of him, finding heaven in the way our bodies come together. Like they were made for each other. He is my home, and this is where I belong.
“God, yes,” he cries out as I pound into him harder. When he reaches for his cock, I swat his hand away.
“Not yet.”
Quickly, I pull out and spin him around. Wrapping my hands around his thighs, I hoist him onto the dresser, shoving his Oscar to the side. It’s not often that I have him in this position, but when I do, I remember the first time.
His first time and mine.
Not the first time I had sex, but the first time I felt what true connection was. The first time I felt someone else’s orgasm like it was my own. The first time I admitted to myself that Colin was it for me.
Dragging him to the edge, I plunge back inside him, this time staring into his eyes.
“Fuck, I love you,” I growl as I pound into him. Everything on our dresser rattles and falls over, and Colin has to cling to my neck to keep from being rattled too.
His cock leaks with cum as he throws his head back. “Don’t stop,” he cries.
“Are you close, baby?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Do you think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes!”
“Then stroke yourself, Shelby. Let me see you come.”
He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself as I pick up the speed of my thrusts. My hips begin to ache and a sheen of sweat covers my back, but I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Not when we’re both this close.
As my climax barrels into me, I feel Colin’s body tense and shudder, cum spilling all over his chest. We’re both moaning wildly before nearly collapsing and taking a grueling amount of time to catch our breaths.
Getting older isn’t easy.
When I pull out and stare at him, he’s wearing a fucked-well smile and staring at me with adoration in his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers.
Leaning in, I take his mouth in a tender kiss. I whisper the sentiment back, but we both know those three words will never fully express how I feel about him.
Colin and I take a quick shower together, and it’s like the exhaustion hits us both at the same time. These award ceremonies are like marathons. I swear they last longer each year.
Once we’re both clean, we put on our briefs and climb into bed. Sleeping naked isn’t a luxury we can afford anymore, especially not since Blaire will most likely be over bright and early.
When we climb into our bed, our cat, Romeo, nuzzles himselfbetween our feet, and I drift off with Colin resting peacefully in my arms.
* * *
The room is bright when I feel something hard and much heavier than a cat bounce onto our bed, waking me instantly. Colin is still sleeping next to me when I peel my eyes open and spot a beaming five-year-old kneeling at the foot of the bed.
“Morning, Papa.”
I glance up to see Blaire tiptoeing into the room with her finger up to her lips—as if that would keep Will quiet.
“Congratulations again,” she whisper-shouts. “I gotta run.”
“Thanks again for watching him,” I whisper back and wave to her as she leaves.
As soon as she’s gone, I gesture for Will to come lie in the bed between Colin and me. He nods with a toothless smile as he cuddles in my arms. His messy blond curls drape over his forehead, matching Colin’s on the other side of the pillow.
