Sacha sucked in a slow breath and closed his eyes. Jonah felt robbed of his hypnotic gaze, but let it happen and kept rubbing Sacha’s chest until he began to relax. “Okay?”
“Yes.” Sacha smiled and found Jonah’s hand. “You do not need to keep asking me that.”
Fair enough. Jonah rocked his hips, back and forth, slow circles of maddening, eye-rolling pleasure. He groaned, floating away in the beauty of it. Sex with Sacha had always been a unique alchemy, but this, being inside him, was something else.
He built a rhythm that had Sacha’s bed jumping against the wall, pressure coiling in his gut with every drive of his cock inside Sacha. Beneath him, Sacha arched and writhed, a layer of sweat coating his skin, jaw tight, eyes still screwed shut.
“Look at me,” Jonah ground out. “I want to see you.”
Sacha’s eyes snapped open, hazy with need. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Jonah obliged, ploughing deep with every slow pump of his hips.
Sacha groaned. “Yes. Like that.”
His low growl went straight to Jonah’s dick. Desperate energy consumed him. His body cried out to hammer into Sacha, but his heart wanted something else.
He kept his torturous pace, each drive a lesson in edging pleasure, until Sacha trembled beneath him, gasping as he started to come.
Jonah watched him, enthralled. Then his own climax caught up with him. He drove in hard, then stilled as pent-up pleasure overcame him, rushing out of him and into Sacha, a harsh, strangled cry his only sound.
It seemed to last forever. Jonah fought for breath, deafened by the heady rush of ecstasy. And then it was over, and he didn’t know which way was up, only that he had to take care of Sacha.
He raised his head and began to pull back. Sacha tightened his arms around him. “No.”
“I have to,” Jonah whispered. “Just for a minute.”
Sacha let him go.
Jonah moved fast to ditch the condom and clean up, then he hurried back to the bed.
Sacha hadn’t moved.
Jonah found the rumpled bedsheets and tugged them up the bed and over them. “Come here.”
“Hmm?”
“Here. I want to hold you.”
Sacha sighed and shifted enough to curl under Jonah’s arm, his head on Jonah’s chest. His hair was damp with sweat and exertion. Jonah smoothed it back and kissed his temple. “Go back to sleep if you like. I’m not going anywhere.”
“How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“That is what I was thinking.”
“I didn’t. I just wanted you to know.”
Sacha sighed. “I do not need to sleep. I don’t want to miss this with you.”
“We can do it again, you know. It’s not a one-time thing.”
“It really is not, is it?”
“Not even close.”
Sacha fell quiet, his gaze fixed on the window. It lacked the twinkly view of Jonah’s penthouse apartment, but the brightening morning seemed to captivate him all the same.
