“No,” I whispered. “It’s you. You’re inside me.” A consuming pleasure eclipsed everything else. “Move. Fuck me.”
He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled back an inch, then pushed home. He did it again and again, keeping his movements small. The glide was easier, and with each thrust, more pleasure spread through me.
He pushed deeper, unleashing something wild and desperate inside me.
“Oh!” My head fell back. “Oh, God. Fuck, that feels… so good.”
“Ready for more?”
I nodded, and his slow, gentle rhythm disappeared. He let go with powerful thrusts that soon had me gasping and crying out. Every snap of his hips seemed to drive his dick farther inside me, igniting more fire. I raised my hips to meet him, needing more.
“Yeah!” I cried. “Like that. Give it to me!”
He pounded me, both of us shouting by then. Sweat slicked our skin, making every slap of our bodies wet and loud. The room smelled of sweat and sex, the headboard knocking hard enough to rattle the wall. My grip tightened, and I was breathing in rough bursts. I’d never lost myself like this with anyone.
“Harder,” I demanded.
He drove into me with so much force it pushed me up the bed, so I wrapped my arms around him and held on. “Deeper!”
He gave me exactly what I begged for while I moaned and whimpered. I wanted to tell him everything. That I loved him, I was sorry, and I’d never let him go again. But all that came out was his name.
Each thrust fired a jolt of pleasure so hot my vision dimmed. My cock was aching, so I reached down and started jacking off. Since I was slick with precum, my fist flew up and down the shaft in a frenzy.
All at once, my balls drew up tight and fired. “Coming,” I choked out. “Now!”
My back raised off the bed as a strangled cry tore from my throat. The first spasm was a blinding wave. My cock spurted thick, hot ropes of cum over my chest and stomach. I couldn’t think or even breathe as the hard shots continued. I rode the wave as it wrung me out.
Nix fucked me through the aftershocks. Soon his rhythm broke. He shoved in all the way and yelled as he erupted deep inside me. I held on while he thrashed and grunted.
When he was spent, he crumpled onto me. As our hearts hammered, ragged gasps were the only sounds in the room. It was unnaturally quiet after all the noise.
After a while, he lifted his head enough for his eyes to find mine. “You okay?”
I chuffed out a tiny laugh. “Okay? Goddammit, Nix. I think I saw God.”
He gave me a lazy smile and brushed his lips over mine. “Did he look like me?”
If there ever was a time for a smartass retort, it was then, but my mouth had developed a mind of its own. “Exactly like you,” I said. “I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied with anything but this. And only from you. I love you even more than I did before.”
We kissed, and when he pulled away, I tried to find his lips again.
He rolled to the side. “Need to clean us up so we can rest.” He grazed a finger across my chest. “You are one beautiful man.”
He padded into the bathroom. While he was gone, I stared at the ceiling while my pulse slowed. I was so glad I’d come to New York. We still had work to do, but now I was sure we would find our way.
I was smiling when he came back with a washcloth.
He paused at the edge of the bed, looking at me with… was that wonder in his eyes?
“Pack, I… That wasn’t just the best sex I’ve ever had. It was the most meaningful thing I’ve ever done with anyone.”
“Me too.” I reached out and touched his leg. “Both things. What we have is real, and it’s more than anything I could’ve imagined.”
A smile spread across his face, brightening the entire room. “Same. You’re the best thing in my life.”
He leaned over and worked the warm cloth against my skin. As he wiped away the sweat and cum, my mind spun from the intimacy.
When he finished, he tossed the cloth aside, got on the bed, and pulled the comforter over us. I rolled against him and tucked my head into the crook of his shoulder. “Only you,” I whispered against his warm skin.
