I nodded.
He pressed inside me. He didn’t rush, but he didn’t go easy on me either. He gave me the allowance to breathe through the initial burning, but soon he was pressing himself inside. Working as deep as he could. Showing me, with his body, how much this meant to him.
Or perhaps that was just projection on my part.
“Hold on, okay? You ready?”
With all my ruminations, I hadn’t realized he’d bottomed out. I spread my thighs as wide as I could, then grabbed theheadboard. “Don’t go easy. Fuck me into the mattress, Ulysses.” I let his name go on a sibilants.
“Okay, baby. You asked for this.” He withdrew all the way and slammed into me.
My grip faltered for a moment, then I shifted. “Yeah. That.”
“Remember, you asked for it.”
“Oh, you’d better believe it.”
His eyes flashed in the waning daylight. A warm light glinted off his dark skin, giving it a lovely glow. Sweat sheened as he pushed into me over and over again.
I kept myself open to him. Welcomed each thrust as he drove me higher and higher. “Ulysses.” I loved his name. Loved how I could elongate thesat the end.
In response, he grasped my cock. He tugged it to the punishing rhythm he set. “I need you to come, Finn. Fucking come for me.” Said through gritted teeth.
Not one to disobey direct orders, I came.
Spectacularly.
Completely.
Mind-numbingly.
The orgasm that ripped through me tore my soul open. Sent me flying over a cliff of absolute pleasure. Rocked my body into another universe.
He thrust three more times and then held himself still. He arced his head back and let out a truly satisfied moan.
Or what I hoped was satisfied.
Fuck knew, I was sated beyond words.
The moment held suspended in time until he collapsed on top of me. I was a decent-sized guy, but he lay heavy in my arms. Completely spent. Hopefully replete. I held him, wrapping my thighs around his hips, banding my arms around his to his back.
Gripping as if my life depended on it.
Because perhaps it did.
I’d never—not once in my twenty-six years—felt this way about a guy.
Sure, I’d had a couple of boyfriends in high school and college. But no one serious. I wasn’t built that way. I wanted to have fun. Carefully, but with willful abandon. I was only going to be this young once. I had tons of time before I needed to settle down.
If I even needed to. My mother had taught me fierce independence. I’d never be reliant on another person for anything—least of all my own happiness.
Yet… Even as these thoughts ricocheted around my mind, I couldn’t help but feel…something. I couldn’t describe it. Almost didn’t want to. I was terrified of this feeling and yet, in the next moment, was willing to embrace it.
As our breathing evened out, he chuckled. “I need to get us cleaned up. Dried cum is, uh, gross.”
I laughed. “Yes, that’s true. I can get up—”
“No. Let me do it.” He rolled off me, removed the condom, knotted it, and tossed it into the trash. Without another word, he sauntered to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a hot washcloth.
