“Come in me,” he begs, reaching back to spread his cheeks again. The movement tightens his hole further, and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
The orgasm sweeps over me like a hurricane, and I swear to God it rattles every bone in my body and rearranges my insides as I come inside him. In reality, it probably only lasts a few seconds, but it feels like ages before I’m finally wrung out. WhenI pull out, a bit of my seed trickles out of his used hole, and the sight of it has the beast inside of me growling in satisfaction.
Reaching between his legs, I’m pleased to find Luke still hard. “On your back,” I command, spitting into my palm and reaching behind me to quickly push two fingers inside. Between occasional hookups and nightly dates with my dildo, I don’t need much prep. All I can think about is Luke filling me up the way I just filled him.
“You ready for me?” I ask, straddling his waist and positioning myself over his throbbing cock. He nods frantically and grips my thighs tightly as I sink down onto him inch by inch.
“Holy shit, baby,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “I love being inside of you. Missed this so fucking much.”
“Me too,” I groan, my thighs burning as I begin posting up and down on his dick. He reaches up to place one palm over my stomach, splaying his fingers and grounding me.
“I’m gonna come,” he pants. “It’s too good, I can’t?—”
“Come, babe,” I encourage him, adjusting my position so that I’m leaning over him now, pressing my forehead to his as he thrusts up into me. “Fill me up, I want it.”
He grasps my waist tightly for assistance, and it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s gasping and moaning my name as he comes.
I collapse on top of him, our bodies slipping against one another, slick with sweat and cum. I press a firm kiss to his sweaty temple and nuzzle my nose into his neck as he wraps his arms around me and squeezes me. His grip is almost too tight, but I’m not about to tell him that. There’s no place on earth I’d rather be.
Luke turns his head to kiss my sweaty temple and breathes, “Hi.”
My heart swells at the simple word and the familiarity of it, a thousand memories flooding back at once. “Hi,” I reply, my ownvoice so soft I’m not sure he even heard it at first, but his smile against my skin tells me he did.
“It’s never been this good before,” he whispers, his breath ruffling my hair.
“For me either,” I agree, my breathing finally starting to slow and even out.
We should probably get cleaned up, but I can’t bring myself to leave his embrace after being apart for so long. I’m just thinking I could probably drift off right here when his hopeful voice breaks the silence: “So…not that I’m complaining, but…what made you change your mind?”
“Your letters.”
He pulls away to look me in the eye and frowns. “Letters? What letters?”
“Well, not really letters, I guess,” I amend, lifting my head to meet his gaze. “Your messages on Fanboy.”
His face suddenly flushes in embarrassment. “You read those?”
“I did. Every single word.” I reach up to lightly brush my thumb over his cheekbone. “I’m so proud of you, Luke. You’re so strong, and I love you so, so much. I’ve missed you and worried about you every single day.”
“I didn’t mean to make you worry,” he says quietly. There’s a frown on his face that I lean over to kiss away, and it’s replaced with a small smile.
I bury my face in his neck again, breathing in the scent of him all sweaty and sated. “I know.”
A beat passes in silence before he asks, “What now?” I hate how small and nervous his voice sounds. There are so many logistics we have to work out still, but I’ve never been more sure that we can figure them all out.
“We take things one day at a time,” I say softly. “I want to do this right this time. I want to take our time and pay attention toone another. I want to get to know this new version of you, and I know I love him already. If we have to do long distance for a little while, we’ll make it work. We can visit each other, you can meet me on some of my work trips…actually, I’ll be in San Fran in a couple of weeks.”
“Is that so?” I can hear the smile in his voice. “You know, I’ve been wanting to get up there for a visit.”
“Have you, now?” My heart leaps with joy at this playful, easy banter we’ve fallen back into, like no time at all has passed. “How about you meet me there, then?”
“It’s a date.”
My breath releases in a contented sigh, and I relax even further into him, basking in the afterglow. “I wouldn’t be opposed to moving back to California,” I say softly after a few moments. “Someday, I mean.”
He twists his head to look at me, surprised. “And if you did…would you want to move back into the condo with me?”
“I want that more than anything in the world,” I say honestly. “And one day, I will.” I place a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. “After all, how could the sun exist without the stars?”
