“Oh wow,” I groan. “I didn’t. Fu—fuck,” I seat myself on him completely, just taking him in and adjusting to being so full. “I didn’t expect. Ungh.” I grind a little, sending shocks through my body. I do it again, his cock nudging that spot. “I’m so full, Grey.” I lift a little, grinding my hips. “So full.”
“Too much?”
I shake my head and what I see when I open my eyes almost ends me. The look in Grey’s eyes is filled with more love than I could ever experience in a lifetime. I lean down to kiss his lips, filled with so much awe for this man who’s changed my life, helped me get back on my feet, and taught me that I deserve more. I do. And Grey is so much more than I could ever have asked for. “It’s perfect.” He’s perfect. A little gruff. A little quiet and reserved. And all mine.
I start to move, running my fingers through the hair on his belly. I love the way his soft skin feels against my fingers. His body is beautiful. I know losing definition has bothered him more than he’ll admit, but I won’t lie. This. Seeing himlike this. Happy. Relaxed. He’s fucking beautiful. “You’re perfect.” He echoes my thoughts.
I start to move. Our moans fill the room. His roaming hands can’t stay still. Exploring, kneading, grabbing. He can’t keep them to himself.
“Oh, Felix.” His back arches a little. His knees draw up and he’s carefully fucking up into me as I grind on top of him. “So fucking perfect. You feel fucking amazing.”
I can’t even form words. My hips roll faster, chasing the feeling growing at the base of my cock. I’ve never come like this before. It’s hard to, and it’s not like anyone before ever gave a shit to make sure I did. This feeling... it’s power and love wrapped up into delicious pleasure.
His fingers lace around my cock, tugging me closer to the end. His legs are trembling.
“Ungh, Grey. Yes. Yes.” Every time I grind down at a certain angle, it lights me up. I’m dripping on his chest, my cock swollen and slick. He squeezes my head then pulls off, shoving his thumb in his mouth and tasting me.
“Come on my chest,” he whispers. “Then lick it up and feed it to me.”
Holy shit. The image of that is too much. I bounce faster, wanting to do just that. “Only after you come inside me.”
“Keep going, baby. Right there. I’m right fucking there. Felix. Fuck.”
“Grey. Grey, yes, Grey.” I chant his name like I’m summoning a spirit. I’m rolling my hips faster. The muscles cord in his chest. His groan as he comes triggers my own. Thick spurts of cum hit his chest. Warmth fills me from the inside out.
Lazily I roll my hips, twitching with every zap of heat that squeezes my balls. Grey’s stormy eyes hood, and the grin on my face feels feral. I lean down, eyes locked on him as my tongue travels through the soft hairs on his chest, lapping upmy cum. If there’s one thing I want to be for him, it’s so fucking good.
I kiss him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth and feeling his groan vibrate through me, his cock still deep in my ass, my body squeezing him in soft happy spasms I don’t want to end. “That’s a good boy.” He hums against my lips then kisses me hard. “I taste good on your tongue.”
“Yeah?”
A bold thought comes to mind. “Why don’t you see how good you taste inside me.”
His eyes snap open, but hood with heat so fast. “Turn around,” he practically growls. He slips out of my ass and guides me to turn again. His half-hard dick glistens with cum, and he pulls my hips up, burying his face between my cheeks and groaning as he licks. My hips roll back on him. I feel so good. He feels so good. His tongue teases my balls and I feel his cum leak from my hole.
When it’s clear Grey won’t come up for air unless I force him to, I carefully turn back around, ignoring the very unmanly whine that leaves his lips. “Did I say I was done?”
I chuckle, laying my full weight on him, careful of his knee. My hands brace on the sides of his face. “You’re so greedy.”
I lean up to him and kiss him hard, and his tongue dives into my mouth as I desperately taste myself on his tongue. I groan against his lips, and his arms wrap around me, holding me tight. I’m not sure I believe in soulmates, but I can safely say that Grey is the person I’m supposed to be with. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I don’t think I’ll experience something this incredible ever again.
He pulls back, kissing the bridge of my nose before I settle my weight, dropping down next to him to be cocooned in his arms. My thigh across his waist, he tucks me close tohim, and my fingers travel along the sticky mess on his chest. “Is this why you requested the towel?”
He barks out a laugh, nodding. “We can clean up in a minute. Can’t move yet. So happy.”
Damn, I am too.
Silence settles between us, and my eyes roam to the ceiling, looking up at the stars as Grey’s hand traces slow circles on my back. “I’ve never had it that good.” I kiss the side of his pec then his nipple. “It was incredible.”
His head lolls to me, his blue eyes dipped in lazy joy. “Thank you.” He smooths the hair out of my eyes.
I look up at him, into the brightest eyes I’ve ever seen attached to the sweetest man I’ve ever known. “For what?”
“For everything.” He presses his forehead to mine and those three little words dance on my tongue. I’m not sure what’s wrong. I feel it too, right? I do, but I’m afraid. It feels silly. Still, I can’t.
I don’t know why I can’t say them.
TWENTY EIGHT
