His towel fell to the floor as I picked him up and spread him on the bed over the petals. He was a vision. Perfect in every way.
I took my time kissing over every inch of skin, giving him marks that rivaled the color of the roses along his chest and thighs.
Then I ate him out until he came.
Once he’d recovered, I took my time opening him up with the strawberry lube I’d bought him. I was going to do it right this time. I was going to show him thoroughly the difference between fucking and making love.
When he was ready, I pushed in slowly, so I could savor every new inch of him accepting me, and unlike last time, he didn’t rush me.
It was soft but passionate, the slow tempo giving us more time to justfeeleach other, to be connected in a way that wasn’t urgent and animalistic, but intentional.
It was sex as much as it was a love letter. From me to him. From him to me. With words felt rather than written.
He came first, and I followed soon after. Then we were just kissing, just touching, fingers exploring each other’s bodies and committing every detail to memory.
“I just want to live in your body,” I whispered against his lips.
He kissed me. “I wish you could. I’ll let you in every moment I’m able to. You can have it now. You can have it tonight. Wake up inside me tomorrow. And as much as you want this weekend until you’re satisfied.”
“I’ll never have enough of you.”
Our lips melded again. Harder, more urgent, until my cock filled up inside him and I fucked him again. Slow at first, but then faster, harder, trying to push my need and overwhelming desire for him back into his body. Trying to leave marks on his insides that would remain even when I couldn’t.
He rocked back into me like he wanted the same. His nails left their marks over my back.
“Want—to—mark—you—” His voice jolted with every hard snap of my hips.
I nodded, and Harper grabbed the back of my neck and yanked me down. Teeth sank into the skin of my shoulder hard enough that I wondered if he broke the skin.
He could if he wanted to.
He could consume me, and I’d let him, as long as he never stopped touching me.
He did it again, his tongue soothing over the hurt, sucking the pain to the surface.
My hips moved faster. My body out of my control. As if he’d possessed me. His voice got louder. It rippled over my sweaty skin.
We came together, and the both of us merged into one being for a moment of pure bliss as I filled him and he spilled between us.
He whined as I pulled out of him, but any further complaints morphed into moans of pleasure as I flipped him over and lapped at his open hole.
“Back inside,” he panted when I was done.
“I don’t think I can get hard again,” I said with great disappointment as I kissed over the back of his shoulders.
“Don’t care,” his voice mumbled against the sheets. “Inside.”
I chuckled. “Alright, love. Give me a moment.”
Harper groaned, and I stepped away for no more time than I had to in order to blow out the candles and turn out the lights.
Then I scooped him up and pulled him under the covers. He wriggled until my half-hard dick pressed back inside him with a little assistance.
I kissed his ear. “If you wake up first… you can use me however you want to.”
Harper pushed further back onto me. “I can use your body while you’re asleep?”
“Yes,” I consented, kissing him again. “You can use me however you want, whenever you want. My body belongs to you completely.”
