“Come get it,” he said, pushing his groin forward and shaking his hips.
I all but dove to close the space between us. I tackled him to the ground; he went down without a fight. When he was on the floor and I had him beneath me, he struggled a little. Not to get away. To get closer. I took his wrists in my hands and pinned them at the sides of his head. I looked into his eyes. They went from poised and focused, to dreamy. Every hint of tension left his limbs and his jaw. He blinked twice and then turned his head, offering me his throat. Yearning pooled in my mouth and my throat. I swallowed it down and scraped my teeth along his jaw edging my way toward his chin, careful not to inhale close to his scent gland. He turned to face me again. For a long while we looked at each other. He looked so different, but also the same. His hoods were lidded but his eyes were clear. His mouth parted slightly. I lowered my lips onto his. His tongue met mine and he moaned on contact. I kissed him gently. Deeply. I kissed him until I couldn’t tell if the air I breathed belonged to him or to me. When I pulled away, he ran his fingers through my hair. He brushed it out of my face and pinned it back behind my ears so there was nothing obscuring his view.
“I love you, Sully,” he said. His voice was calm and strong, as if he was stating a well-known fact.
“I love you, too, Jules,” I replied with no hesitation.
Tears pricked in my eyes. It was a massive moment. I expected to feel elated, and I did, but more than that, I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me. It felt like some part of me that I hidden so deep inside I’d forgotten all about it, relaxed. Tension I hadn’t even been aware I carried with me, released. I breathed in and out deeply.
He smiled up at me and bared this throat to me again. Heat seeped out of him and sank deep hooks under my skin. I quickly put my hand over his gland. It suppressed its potency a little. Not a lot. The urge to bite down was still overpowering. I ground my jaws hard and tried to collect myself. I kissed him once more on the mouth and quickly worked my way down his body. I dropped hot kisses down the middle of him, veering off course once, then twice, to run my tongue over his dark, peaked nipples. I sucked the hard buds of flesh into my mouth and answered his moan with one of my own.
When I got to his dick, I licked him from base to tip. I bathed his dorsal vein with a flat tongue and then I swallowed as much of him as I could into my mouth. When he started clawing the rug beneath him, I paused, kneeling back between his legs. I folded him in half, nibbling the seam of his balls down his crack and when I found what I wanted, I ate like a man who was starving.
“Please,” he gasped. “God. Please.”
I picked up the tempo.
“Pleeeease! I can’t take it. Please, I need you inside me.”
I stopped what I was doing. Those were the words I needed to hear. I entered him slowly. Carefully and gently. I watched his face as I did it. I saw the second it hit him. His eyes slammed shut and his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. He was frozen for a moment. I didn’t move. I waited until he started moving first. We moved together. Rising and falling like waves. Like water. We took our time. We went slowly, then fast. We crashed into each other like a river flowing over rocks, wearing each other down, rubbing against each other’s rough surfaces until they were smooth. Bare. Until there was nothing except for us. Just him and me.
I scooted back on my knees and curled my fingers around his hard cock. He thrust into my hand, grazing his ass up and down on my dick until he came. He cried out again, but that time, it was far from silent. I pulled out and jerked myself twice, before unleashing an epic flood on his chest.
“Wha. . . why did you pull out?” His voice dragged me out of a realm where only pleasure existed.
“I didn’t want to knot you by accident and get stuck inside you again.”
“Why not?”
I couldn’t help smiling. Jules-in-heat was incorrigible. “’Cause, dumbass, if I get stuck on top of you, I’ll crush you.”
“So why didn’t we just go with last night’s position then?”
“Because I wanted to see your face.”
His eyes softened for a brief second, but quickly filled with mischief. He pushed me off him and got to his feet. He turned his back on me, looking down at me over his shoulder. My eyes followed the long, curved line of his spine. Drool pooled in my mouth. I swallowed it quickly. His scent was heady. Thick and heavy. He was pumping pheromones at me like it was his job.
“You’ve been looking at my face for years,” he said. “Don’t you want to see something else?” As he said it, he spread his legs and leaned forward. He placed a hand on each of his knees. His cheeks spread and his hole winked at me.
Jesus. He was trying to kill me.
“Come on, big boy. Rut me like the animal we both know you are.”
The second I heard his words, I was on my feet. It was almost as though I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I was behind him. One hand was on his hip and the other was digging into the thick muscle on his shoulder. I bent him over a little more and slotted my dick inside him. He took me easily. His ass was smooth and slick inside. He clenched around me. It felt like he was swallowing me. Sucking me in. I was crazed. My hips started moving immediately. They pistoned back and forward like a well-oiled machine. He moaned like crazy. So did I. It was euphoric. It was intense. The pleasure was so heavy and dense it almost felt like too much. It fell short of too much, though. Instead, it was perfection.
I didn’t last long. Neither did he. I started coming before he’d finished splattering his load on the floor. I grabbed his hips and slammed his body onto mine as I shot my load deep inside him. When I came down, I felt like I was floating. Twisting and turning like a soft, downy feather falling to earth. I felt dizzy. Everything felt sensitive. My skin. My hands. My dick and my balls. I was reeling. Unsteady on my feet. I was worried I was going to start knotting him, so I pulled out. He spun around when I did it, puffing a frustrated breath at me and stamping one foot.
“Damn it. I need you inside me, Sully.”
I loved seeing him like that. Wanton. Wild. He grabbed me by the arms and manhandled me, pushing me onto the bed. I landed flat on my back and scrambled backward so I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, giggling helplessly as he approached.
“Jules,” I warned, “you’ve got to be sensible.”
“No, I don’t.”
“We’ve got to go slow. We’ve got to pace ourselves.”
“I want it, Sully.”
