He dipped his head to capture my right nipple between his teeth, tugging hard enough to make me cry out. “Love the sounds you make,” he murmured.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged him toward my mouth for another kiss as he continued pounding into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
When we broke apart, gasping for air, I stared up into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, only a tiny ring of green showing around the edges.
“I thought I’d lost you again,” he said, his rhythm faltering. “Never again, Sebastian.”
Taylor slowed his thrusts then, grinding against me.
“You won’t,” I promised, gripping the back of his neck and holding on, slick skin sliding against slick skin.
“I love you, Seb,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine with each word. “So fucking much.”
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he rocked into me. The change in pace made every sensation more intense. We moved like that for a while, then he braced his hands against my chest and pushed himself onto his knees, his eyes dropping to where we were joined. “Fuck. Look at you.”
It was hard to believe this man had once told me, his words halting and broken, that he didn’t know if he’d ever want this. And now here he was watching his cock move inside me like he couldn’t get enough of the sight—like he still couldn’t believe this is who we were.
I arched my back and gripped myself, working in time with his thrusts. “Look at what you do to me,” I told him. “Look how good you fuck me.”
His eyes darkened, and he pulled back, only to drive into me again.
“So.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Hot.”
I worked myself faster, chasing the pressure building at the base of my spine.
“Mine,” he said, batting my fingers aside and replacing them with his own.
“I’m close,” I warned, my eyes dropping closed.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Want to see you when you come.”
I forced my heavy lids open, meeting his gaze, as he twisted his wrist on the upstroke.
Weeks of missing him, of lying awake in this bed thinking about exactly this ...
All the pent-up emotion broke at once, and my orgasm crashed through me, my head falling back as I cried out his name. Thick ropes of cum painted my chest and stomach, some splashing as high as my collarbone.
Taylor groaned, and his rhythm faltered, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second before snapping back to mine. He continued driving into my oversensitive body, each stroke sending aftershocks of pleasure-pain through me as his movements became more erratic.
“Where do you want it?”
“Inside.” I anchored my palm against the back of his neck and pulled him down until his lips were flush with mine.
“Fuck, Seb.”
Taylor groaned loudly, his hips stuttering as he pressed into me one final time. He gasped into my mouth, his entire body tensing as he came. I held him through it, my arms wrapped around his back, and didn’t let go.
He collapsed onto me, breathing heavily. When he eventually pulled out, Taylor’s eyes widened slightly, and he reached out to trace his thumb over my hole in a slow circle.
I made a noise that came out sounding garbled and slurred, and Taylor’s finger instantly stilled, his eyes flashing up to mine, twin creases between his brows. “Did I hurt you?"
