“I feel so full,” I gasp. “But it’s good. Better than good.”
“You’re better than good. You’re perfect.”
“Ye—yeah?”
“Yeah. My good boy. A dream-come-true.”
I lean back, slowly lifting myself up and sliding down. Caspian helps me, and for a while we’re both lost in the simple rhythm.
Then he lifts me off and flips me on my back to my favorite position. He holds my legs up and thrusts himself back in. He finds an angle that is almost unbearably perfect, and all I can do is take what he gives me. Feel his touch until we’re a blur of skin and limbs and sweat.
Pleasure is like a maze to me, but Caspian knows how to guide me to the other side. He knows the way better than I do. He knows me better than I do.
CHAPTER 68 – CASPIAN
I run Antonio’s bath and bring him a glass of water and a cookie.
He’s sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, cheeks flushed.
“I came too hard,” he complains.
“Here. Eat this.”
Without opening his eyes, his hand shoots out. I place the cookie on it.
“The bath is ready.”
His eyes open and he takes a small bite.
“My legs don’t work.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“Can you carry me?”
“You want me to carry you to the bathroom?”
“It’s your fault I overcame,” he says, then bursts into laughter at his accidental joke. He laughs so hard he almost chokes on cookie crumbs.
I hand him the water.
“Of course I’ll carry you, sweetheart. I’d carry you to the edge of the world and back if you wanted me to.”
“It’s the least you can do after giving me too much pleasure.”
Another bite, another sip of water.
He studies me thoughtfully.
“You look very smug. Just because you can make me come by saying I’m your good boy doesn’t mean…”
He yawns.
“I forgot what I was saying.”
He nibbles the cookie.
“But I know it was a very deep thought.”
