“Oh my God,” he answers, nearly breathless. “I didn’t think this would feel so good.” His voice is thick with awe. “I didn’t know you’d feel this good.”
“You’ve been missing out.” I kiss his neck gently, then move back to his lips as I push in the rest of the way. I sigh in relief.
“I have,” he agrees. “I really have. Now please fuck me.”
I grin, kissing his cheek before shifting my weight and pulling out then thrusting right back in.
Austen holds onto me tightly, and all too quickly I feel like I’m going to come. I blame it on him, and him letting me do this. I’d thought of it so many times, but it’s not just about the sex with him. It’s all of it. It’s just him, being with him. Finally being with the man I’ve been in love with my whole damn life. Now, here I am, with him in my bed and me buried deep inside him.
“I’m not going to last long, Austen. You feel too good.”
“Make me come too.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grip his dick and stroke him along with my thrusts.
“Fuck, yes. Cameron… that feels so good.” He groans. “You feel so fucking good.”
I keep going, knowing I’m going to be done for any second. But I’m trying to hold out so we can come together or so he can at least come first. I am a fucking gentleman.
Thankfully he tells me he’s going to come seconds later, and I allow my body to give into the pleasure.
Austen’s dick erupts, painting his chest with hot white ropes of cum, and I follow him right over the edge, releasing inside him. The orgasm lasts forever, and when it subsides, I stare down at him in complete wonder.
How did I suddenly get so lucky?
Chapter Forty-Three
Austen
I’m woken up by the scent of bacon.
My cock twitches, and I know I need to piss, but I’m also a little sore in… certain places.
Rubbing my eyes, I grab for my phone, noticing it’s near ten a.m. Fuck, I slept like the dead after…
My cheeks flush as I remember exactly why I am sore, and who’s responsible for it.
The memories fill me with warmth as they resurface.
I could feel himeverywhere.
His fingers in my hair, his mouth slowly moving against my own.
His dick pushing inside me. Stretching me.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was so much better than I could have imagined. The pain, the pleasure. I never knew both could co-exist like that.
His grip on my hips, his racing heartbeat beneath my palm. My fingers in his hair.
The heavy beat of my heart as he breathed my name.
I’ve never felt more loved in a single breath, than I felt last night.
Sothat’s what it’s supposed to feel like. Fuck.
My cheeks flush as I bury my face in my pillow and grin, taking a moment to just enjoy it.
It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
