“More,” I moan, and he cups my jaw, pulling me in for a kiss. Felix’s dominant facade crumbles as he groans against my lips, fucking me harder and filling this room with his moans.
“Grey. It’s so, fuck.” I hold his arm braced around my chest. “So good. I’m close. I didn’t. I’m not usually. I’ve never?—”
“Shh.” I kiss him, pushing back whenever he thrusts into me. “You’re fucking amazing. You feel so good.” I squeeze my balls, grinding back against him.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you,” Felix moans.
“Do it. I need it.” His hips pick up speed. I lose myself in the feel of him, the scent of him, the way his body molds around me. My balls tighten. “Breed me.”
“Fuck, Grey.” His forehead presses to the back of myhead. His hand twists along my cock. So deep in my ass, he comes with a groan. “Fuck. Ungh fuck, Greyson.”
Pushing back on him, I chase that feeling. It grows from the base of my spine, covering me in a wonderful heat that flows through my stomach and pulls at my balls. “Felix. Fuck. I’m going to come. Fu-fuck.” I shoot all over his hand.
My body trembles against his as he holds me, stroking me lazily and pressing kisses along my hairline while he’s still deep inside me. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He kisses me. “Your body is made for mine. Mine to take care of.” With one last kiss, he whispers in my ear. “This is where I belong, Grey.”
In the showerhe washes me down, taking extra care of my body. I’ve worked so hard for the physique I’ve got, but I can safely say it’s never looked as good as it does with his hands on it.
I cradle his jaw, bringing his chocolate eyes to mine. My chest tightens. A feeling I can’t contain swells and grows until I feel like I’ll explode with it. “I love you, Felix.”
He blinks, pulling back a bit, and I wish I could say it doesn’t sting when I see the uncertainty in his eyes. I don’t want him to feel pressure. I just wanted him to know.
I lean forward and save him from having to answer.
He’s stiff for a moment before I sweep my tongue along his lips, then he softens with a groan, diving his own into my mouth. We kiss, and I don’t know how long it is before he finally pulls away. “You don’t need to say it. I just want you to know.”
“I’m sorry.”
I cup his face, kissing him one last time.
“There’s no rush.” I kiss his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His hands wrap around my wrist as I press my forehead to his, and I let that settle between us, feeling at peace with my confession. I know there’s a lot he’s working through, but he can work through it knowing how much he means to me.
I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere.
TWENTY FIVE
Felix
With the setting sun, here on the balcony everything seems perfect. I almost forget what’s waiting for us when we get back. It’s hard to think about anything else. I’m on vacation for the first time in my life, with a gorgeous man who loves me. That should be my focus. “I’m so tired.”
He laughs, hugging me to his side. I have him resting his knee right now. My fingers run through the hair on his chest. I love how masculine he feels. I lean in, biting his nipple. It’s impossible to keep my hands off him. “Hey now,” he chuckles, kissing my hair. “You wrung me out. Sex has been great, but it’s never beenthatgreat before.”
I look up, resting my chin on his chest. “Really?” I know he’s lying. He has to be. I had no clue what I was doing. He leans down, giving me a kiss.
“Yes, really.” He cups my face. “I won’t say I’m surprised, because I knew it would be good, but I will say you shocked me a little.” He laughs. “That was... unexpected.”
Being with Grey brings out this side of me I’ve never been able to explore. It feels natural. When I’m with him everything feels right. Grey gives me control. It awakened me.
“I want to ask something, but I’m a little nervous,” he says.
“What’s that?” I smooth my hand across the skin of his belly, feeling his muscles contract under my fingertips. I know he grumbles about not having a six pack anymore, but I love the way he looks, relaxed and happy and just so healthy I can’t help but smile. My fingers tickle along the sensitive skin under his belly button.
“Before you moved in, I felt like my life was over.” He smiles sadly. “Now I feel like it’s a new beginning. When we get back, I want us to live together for real.”
My brows pinch. “We do live together.”
“I mean, you move into my room and make my home yours. I want to wake up with you, watch you journal and cook. I want you to watch games with me?—”
