The wave that’s been drowning me the last few months recedes, and I let out a loud moan into his mouth.
Day moves away and chuckles. “Knew you still wanted me.”
“Can’t believe you would doubt that.” I grin back and throw myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He holds me up, hands tangling in my hair, mouth sliding down my neck where he nips on the sensitive skin.
The fire crackles beside us, casting dancing shadows across our bodies. Dayton sits up, his blue eyes longing. He leans in, his lips brushing against mine with a featherlight touch. It sends a shiver down my spine, and I melt into his embrace.
Our kiss deepens, growing more insistent. His hands travel over my back, drawing me closer. We fall to the couch, sinking into the plush cushions. Our lips never part.
“Tell me, Fare,” he gasps, “how often do people come here?”
My heartbeat grows wilder. “Hardly ever.”
He presses his lips to my cheek, and I feel the smile there. “Perfect. Though, I would do this with an audience. I’ve been waiting too long to have my fill of you to let anything stop me.”
His hands are everywhere, unbuttoning my vest, slipping beneath my tunic. I mirror his movements, pushing the strap of his toga off his shoulder. With his chest bare, I trace every hard line of his muscles.
Dayton’s kisses grow more urgent, more insistent, as if he’s trying to pour all his emotions into his touch. My heart races in response, and I feel a rush of heat that has nothing to do with the flames beside us.
Dayton grips the bottom of my shirt, and I help him, tugging at the hem until the fabric slips over my head and falls to the floor. He pauses, his eyes drinking me in, and then his lips are on mine again, more fervent, more desperate.
My fingers find the knot of his toga, and I fumble with it. He laughs and throws off the entire thing, leaving himself naked.
“You don’t wear anything beneath that?” I laugh.
“Why add another layer to having you?”
I fall against him, the warmth of his chest against mine intoxicating, and I can’t help but sigh into his mouth.
We move together, a flurry of eager hands and breathless kisses, until he’s stripped me of my pants. The heat of the fire blazes over me. I lie on top of him, and he touches my mouth.
Parting my lips, and without breaking eye contact, I suck his finger.
“Tell me, Fare,” he says, “were you with anyone else these last months?”
I let my teeth scrape against his skin, and he hisses before pulling away and circling my entrance.
“Only someone I’m courting would be privy to such knowledge.”
He narrows his gaze. I want to ask him the same thing, but I won’t do that to myself.
“Fine,” he says and slips a finger inside me. “I think I’d like to watch you with a woman. Would you like that, Fare?”
I grit my teeth as glorious pleasure erupts through me. Pleasure only he’s ever given me. “With you, as well?”
“Of course.”
“Then yes.” He slips a second finger inside and my vision turns hazy. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh gods, you feel so good.”
He captures my cries with a kiss, and I feel his cock harden against mine. I arch my hips, and then we’re moving in perfect rhythm, cocks sliding together as he works me.
I might explode from just this.
“Give me more than your hand, Day.”
He pushes me on my back. The couch molds to my body, and he leans over me, looking like a sculpted god. The firelight makes his hair shimmer like melted gold. I grab his cock, strokingit lightly, slippery with precum, rubbing the prominent veins beneath my finger.
