The tip of my cock kissed the crease of one thigh, leaving a drop of precum on his skin.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, and his hips twitched up, and one of his hands snaked between us, guiding me. I groaned at the feel of his fingers wrapped firmly around me, his bush tickling the tip. He dragged my cock head up his pussy lips to part them. When he had me where he wanted me, he broke the kiss.
“Taliesin,” he said. Just that. Just my name.
I sank my weight. His mouth fell open, but no noise came out. Just a tense, drawn-out silence as he let me in. He was so slick and warm. As I finally bottomed out, he did let out a small sound. A low-pitched sigh. I stopped holding my breath and released it all at once, and he kissed me like the noises I made were for him to swallow. I didn’t move except to sidle my hips a little from side to side, letting him adjust.
He didn’t want to wait. He resisted the restraint of my hands, sidling onto my cock, taking me deeper. I ground my teeth together to quell the spike of heat in my belly.
“I hear it feels even better when you move,” he whispered in an echo of our first time.
Again, I let him goad me. I rocked my hips, making the mattress bounce. He stopped teasing and held on to me. I pulled out and snappedback in. That punched a surprised and delighted noise from him, which devolved quickly into panting breaths and plaintive moans.
Pleasure bloomed between us, his body pillowed under mine. I felt like I was being embraced by all of him—his arms, his legs, his cunt. Welcomed in. And it wasn’t our first time, nor the second, but it still felt unfair that the third would be the last. We hadn’t known each other long, but I didn’t feel like a guest in his arms. I felt at home and suddenly understood why the strid would be driven mad by the loss of that feeling.
I rolled my hips deeper, and he buried a noise in my neck.
“Is that … good?” I whispered.
A long string of expletives was my answer.
I’d like to think I’d kept it together well until then, but hearing him fall apart and cuss me out for making him feel good, it ratcheted everything up. Made it more intense. I fucked him harder, spinning out and so damn close to losing control. I buried my face in his shoulder to muzzle myself.
It didn’t help; it just meant that everything Kessian said was moaned directly into my ear.
“Jesus, Tal, fuck. You’re doing good. You feelsogood.”
“Please,” I ground out. I didn’t even know what I was begging for. “I need to. I’m going to—”
“Me too.”
I reached down and thumbed over his cock just as he clenched down around me. I saw stars, or maybe that was just the freckles dusted over his skin. I couldn’t hear the noises I made, but I know I made them. I throbbed and emptied myself, and he quivered and rocked through it until we both slumped, sweaty and limp.
My arms and legs were shaking as I tried to rise and get off him, but he pulled me back into his arms and started kissing my lips, my cheeks, my closed eyelids.
“I’m crushing you,” I said.
“You’re better than any weighted blanket.”
The rush slowly ebbed into a quiet awe. The heavy lure of sleep drew me in, but I resisted. I wanted to be with him as long as I could be.
Kessian carded his fingers through my hair, soothing me. “I wish there was time to sleep.”
“If there was, I wouldn’t want to. I’d miss you.”
He looked at me like I’d told him a terrible secret.
He traced my spine with his fingers, and I counted and kissed the stars along his shoulders and collarbones.
“They used to be just normal freckles, until I came to Shearwater,” Kessian said.
“They’re beautiful. They’ve always reminded me of stars.” I kissed the one that fell right between his clavicles, like the pendant on a necklace. “We should make wishes on yours.”
Kessian got really quiet. Then he said, “I wish this night could last forever.”
We were supposed to be pretending, but we couldn’t pretend anymore.
I’d said this once in a dream. It still hurt the second time. “We made the time we had count.”
