He snatches my wrists and pins them above my head, bringing us face to face. Ecstasy paints his features as he lifts and slides back down.
My body comes alive for the first time in years. Fire ignites in my heart and spreads like an inferno through my veins. Skin meets skin in sharp, wet slaps, and he keeps me pinned as he takes all of me.
Both of us call out into the small space between us before his mouth finds mine and our pleasure-filled sounds become muffled. His hips snap forward, and my knees lift, heels pressing into the mattress for leverage.
His body yields so beautifully, like it was made just for me.
Designed to be mine.
So much slick has formed it pools on my groin and thighs, and the sharp, rhythmic slap rings through the room every time he drops his weight. Every sense is overloaded, and it takes no time before my body winds tight.
“Xeni,” I gasp, pulling my mouth from his, eyes wide.
His lip lifts in that pleased smirk that shows the tips of his teeth. I try to free my arms, to grab him and slow the pace, but he tightens his grip and swivels his hips in a way that has my eyes rolling back.
White hair falls around us like a curtain, isolating us from the world as he speeds up.
It’s my turn to chant his name, but I don’t know if it’s too much or not enough as he rides me. He whines with every lift, then moans as he sinks down again. His cock is fully extended and pinned between our bodies, any remnant of control long gone.
The dull thump of the headboard becomes a loud, rhythmic cadence that I’m convinced everyone on this side of the building can hear, but I’m beyond caring as my balls draw tight and my muscles coil.
My name leaves him in a whisper, and he gasps as his body contracts. Warmth spreads over my stomach while his eye flares in surprise.
It throws me over the edge, and I thrust up into him as pressure breaks in blinding waves. Ecstasy hurdles to every extremity in my body, causing my muscles to pulse and teeth to grit. Even my toes curl against the sheets, and finally, he releases my wrists.
My hands find him immediately—one banding around his waist while the other weaves into his hair. I hold him impossibly tight as my release pushes the air from my lungs, and our mouths move together, not quite kissing, just desperately sharing breath.
Xeni’s thighs flex as he rides me through the aftershocks, his slow motions milking the last pulses from my cock until I hiss with oversensitivity.
He kisses me properly now, deliberate and sweet, then lifts his hips. A mess of fluid leaks between us, and for a few serene moments, we just lie there. His head rests on my chest, listening to my heartbeat like he always did, so careful not to graze me with his horns.
I wish it could stay like this.
The high fades as our heart rates settle, and I glance at the clock with a quiet groan.
Xeni kisses my pec and looks up in question.
“There’s a lot going on right now,” I say carefully. “I should probably get out there and handle some work.”
“Did I interrupt something important last night?” he asks, pushing up to sit. Uncertainty crosses his face, and his arms cross over his chest like he’s trying to hide.
The shyness is foreign on him.Xeni used to parade naked whenever he could, flaunting the body he knew I loved. He’s thinner now, but no less beautiful because of it.
The insecurity runs deeper, though… and it’s warranted.
I’m unsure where this leaves us, too.
“Yeah,” I admit after a pause. “We were wrapping up when you, uh… came in. I need to check on everything this morning.”
“Is there anything I can help with?”
His eye flicks up to mine, and he looks so hopeful.
I hesitate.
He blanches as if I’ve struck him, then scrambles to mask it, and it’s heartbreaking to watch the walls go up. For years, I saw him pretend to be unbothered and arrogant around others, but never with me.
“I see,” he says quietly, standing to search for his discarded shirt.
