“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re beautiful.”
No one had ever called me that before Dante. Handsome, maybe. Strong. But beautiful? That was new. And the way he said it, like it was a truth he couldn’t keep inside anymore, made my heart skip a beat.
I climbed into bed beside him, suddenly hyperaware of every point where our skin might touch. The sheets were cool against my heated skin, and I could smell his cologne. It drove me crazy.
“Come here,” he said softly, lifting his arm in invitation.
I hesitated for only a second before I moved closer, letting him pull me against his side. His skin was warm, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart under my palm where it rested on his chest.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my shoulder.
“Yeah.” My voice cracked as I spoke. “This is okay.”
We lay there for a moment, just breathing together, adjusting to the intimacy of it. Then I felt his hand slide lower, down my arm, across my ribs, coming to rest on my hip. His touch was gentle but possessive, like he was claiming me.
“Nick,” he murmured, and I tilted my head up to look at him.
The hunger in his eyes had deepened into something darker, more primal. I could see his chest rising and falling faster now, could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my thigh.
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Instead of answering, I closed the distance between us, capturing his mouth with mine. He made a sound low in his throat, and his hand tightened on my hip, pulling me closer. The kiss started slow but quickly deepened, his tongue sliding against mine as we both gave in to the need that had been building between us all day.
I was careful of his ribs as I shifted, throwing my leg over his thigh, pressing our bodies together. The feeling of skin on skin, with nothing between us, was intoxicating. I could feel every inch of his thick cock, hard and hot against me.
His hand slid from my hip to my ass, squeezing, and I ground against him, both of us groaning at the friction. Thiswas different from that desperate fumbling in the dark. This was deliberate, controlled, both of us learning each other’s bodies.
“God, you feel good,” he gasped against my mouth, his hips rolling up to meet mine.
I kissed along his jaw, down his neck, tasting salt and skin. His hands were everywhere now, mapping my body like he was trying to memorize every curve and plane. When his fingers wrapped around my cock, I nearly came on the spot.
“Dante,” I breathed, my hips bucking into his grip.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there. “Just let go.”
But I didn’t want to let go. Not yet. I wanted this to last, wanted to draw it out until we were both desperate and aching. I reached down between us, wrapping my hand around him, and the sound he made was pure sin.
We found a rhythm together, our hands moving in tandem, our mouths meeting in messy, desperate kisses. The room filled with the sounds of our breathing, the slick slide of skin on skin, the quiet gasps and moans we couldn’t hold back.
“I want more,” Dante said suddenly, his voice strained. “I want...fuck, I want to feel you.”
My brain struggled to process what he was asking through the haze of pleasure. “What do you mean?”
His eyes met mine, dark and intense. “I want you to fuck me, Nick.”
The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. I froze, my hand still wrapped around his cock, my brain struggling to process what he’d just said.
“You... what?”
“I want you inside me.” His voice was rough, desperate, and his hips rolled up into my grip. “Please, Nick. I need—Ineedto feel you.”
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. I’d never done this before. Never even thought about it with another man. But the idea of being inside him, of claiming him in that way, sent a jolt of pure want through me so intense it made my vision blur.
“I don’t... I’ve never...” I couldn’t seem to form a complete sentence.
“I know.” His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “We’ll go slow. I’ll show you. Just...please.”
