He met my every thrust, the muscles of his back flexing with every drive I made deeper inside.
But it didn’t matter that I was inside him; he was still too far away. I wanted him, skin to skin, to hold him in my arms as he fell apart under me.
I moved up, crowding him, kissing between his shoulder blades, up to his neck, where the ends of his short hair were starting to dampen.
The man was fucking crack, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking the sweat off his skin. Then I kissed my way over to his neck and whispered, “Lie back down for me.”
Rafael obeyed so beautifully, dropping onto his forearms and then flat against the mattress. His head was turned to the side, just missing the pillow, and I grazed his jaw with my mouth before pressing a kiss to his cheek. Then I lay on top of him, ran my hands down his arms, and laced our fingers.
The fit was even better this way, his ass strangling my dick so tight I had to adjust my hips to make more room. I pulled out as far as our bodies would allow and drove back inside him, deep thrusts where I didn’t know where he ended and I began. We moved in sync, like there hadn’t been years apart, like we’d been entwined together our whole lives.
I sucked on the lobe of his ear, grazed over it with my mouth. “I love you so much.”
Maybe I whispered it only once, maybe I didn’t stop—I didn’t know. I was too lost in the ecstasy of the moment to know what was coming out of my mouth. Or his. I thought I heard him telling me I was his everything, that he never wanted be without me. That all the years apart were worth it to be together like this now.
Then suddenly, his body tightened under mine.
“Alessio.” His voice sounded choked, like he could barely speak. “Right…there.”
“Shh, I’ve got you.” I knew exactly what he needed, and I hit that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him that had his ass canting up. When he moaned, I smiled against his neck in sweet satisfaction, even as my release threatened on the periphery. I wasn’t ready for this to be over, not yet.
But the sounds coming out of my man told me he was close, his cock getting the friction from the mattress and our bodies, and damn if I wouldn’t give him anything and everything he needed.
“I’m gonna come.” His fingers squeezed mine, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other’s as I rocked inside him over and over, hitting him right where he needed me. “Alessio?—”
“Give it to me,” I said, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, wanting to mark him as mine in every way possible.
His whole body seized, and Rafael’s gasp was all it took to have my orgasm exploding with his. It was blinding, the two ofus coming together, my curses and his groans. So tightly wound together. Our bodies. Our hearts. Our very beings.
“Mine,” I said, softly kissing the back of his neck, repeating it again and again between kisses so he knew exactly whom he belonged to. Could never fucking forget it.
Hell, if I thought there was any chance he would, I’d keep him here, chain him to my bed, and never let him leave.
“No need,” he said, answering what I didn’t realize I’d said out loud. “I’m yours.”
“Damn right.”
As much as I didn’t want to, I slowly slid out of him, groaning with the effort.“Don’t move,” I warned.
Rafael smiled, his eyes still closed. “Couldn’t if I wanted to.”
I stood on shaky legs, staring down at his perfect body spread out on my bed, skin flushed, a bite mark on his shoulder, looking so fucking beautiful and well used.
When I could move again, I washed up in the en suite, then warmed up a wet washcloth and headed back to the bed.
I knelt beside him on the mattress and trailed my fingers down his body, his skin so warm beneath my touch. His eyes were still closed, and for a moment I wondered if he’d fallen asleep. But then he shivered, and when I pulled my hand away, he opened his eyes, saw what I held in my hand, and slowly flipped to his back without my needing to say it.
It was so hot, the way he’d made a mess of the sheets, the way his cum was smeared across his skin.
Fuck the washcloth. My tongue was begging for a taste, and when I lowered my head to lick above his groin, Rafael’s eyes darkened to that stormy grey I loved.He speared his hands into my hair and directed me where he wanted me, and then, when he was nice and clean, urged me up the bed. As I stretched out alongside him, Rafael turned until we were face to face.
“Hi.” His smile relaxed as I took his fingers with mine.
“Hi, yourself. How you feeling?”
He took in a deep breath and let out a sigh. “Like I could float away.”
I draped a leg over his. “Not on my watch.”
