I laughed, dragging him into the guesthouse and slamming the door closed behind us.
* * *
Desperate,frantic, needy stripping off settled down to slow indulgent kisses by the time we were both spread out on the bed naked, re-learning each other’s bodies. Fingers and lips searched for remembered sensitive places, laughter and a creaking mattress filled the air, a summer storm rolled through outside and pit-patted on the window as the light started to fail.
Sex with Wes was always good, but this time, it was a little magical.
“Love the way you feel,” Wes gasped between kisses as I eased myself inside him, careful, gentle, more determined than ever to make this good for him.
“Love the wayyoufeel,” I said, nudging his nose with my own, tilting my head for another kiss, sighing with him as my hips rocked, slow and steady like the roll of thunder outside.
Wes giggled as I nuzzled his throat, bursting into laughter at the scrape of teeth, and I loved that sound. I wanted to hear it all the time, as often as I could.
There was no need to rush this time, even as we rolled over to switch positions, getting comfortable with each other, pausing to kiss and touch before Wes pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, his new favorite thing to do.
“You look good like that,” I murmured, running a hand up his thigh, feeling smooth skin and strong muscles move under my palm.
“Ialwayslook good,” Wes said, leaning down to kiss me again, hand fisted in the pillow beside my head.
“You do,” I said. “You’ll have to tell me your secret.”
Wes laughed, nuzzling my cheek and letting me hear every happy little cut-off gasp he made as he rode my cock, shameless as ever.
I loved the shamelessness, especially when I got to share it with him.
“Keep forgetting how big you are,” Wes said, punctuating the sentence with a low groan and a slow, deliberate roll of his hips.
“Flatterer,” I laughed. “You know I’d do anything for you. No need for that.”
“Must be the truth, then,” Wes smiled against my cheek, his grip on the pillow beside us tightening as I slid my own hand up his thigh and grabbed a handful of his ass.
We fell silent again, focused on the feeling of our bodies against each other, the joy of being together after so long apart, after so much uncertainty that we’d ever make it this far.
I couldn’t get my hands on enough of him at once, fingers roaming and searching andfeeling, every gasp he made music to my ears. Making Wes happy was my new favorite hobby, and I planned to spend a lot of time doing it from now on.
Gentle rocking together sped up as we both started getting close, indulgent kisses turning biting and desperate. Wes’s fingers moved to my shoulder, a bruising grip that went straight to my cock, and I slipped a hand between us, sharing a needy moan with him as my fingers curled around the velvet-soft, steel-hard length between us.
“Hayden,” Wes gasped, bed groaning under us, and my answeringWeswas lost between kisses, but it didn’t matter.
We knew. We knew now what we meant to each other, and nothing would ever change that.
I swallowed Wes’s cry as he came and followed him over a heartbeat later, whole body tensing and then relaxing like I was a puppet with cut strings, too wrung-out to move even a finger.
Wes flopped onto the bed beside me with a groan, panting harshly, equally still.
“You’re ridiculously good at that,” Wes said.
“Am not,” I countered, face flushing instantly.
“Are too,” Wes said. “And, I mean, I get to make that call. You’re great in bed. Always have been.”
“Again with the flattery,” I said. “You can just ask for whatever it is you want.”
Wes sighed heavily.
A moment later, I felt his fingers sneaking into mine, and smiled.
“Just this,” he said. “Just this.”
