“Ready?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
He turned onto his back as I positioned myself between his legs, my body hovering over his as I leaned in to kiss him passionately again. He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me closer and feeling the heat of my body against his. Our dicks rubbed together as I rocked slightly, and a groan vibrated in his throat.
Taking my cock in hand, I aligned it with his puckered rim and slowly entered him, helping him to adjust to the sensation. His breath hitched, and his fingers dug into my back as he pushed against me.
“Too much?”
He shook his head. “No. Keep going.”
Our bodies moved together as the room filled with the squeak of the bedframe. The lube helped me glide back and forth inside him. My hands explored his skin, gentle yet firm, drawing soft gasps and moans from him. I could feel the intensity of our connection, how his body responded to mine, the way it arched and shifted beneath me. When my lips found his neck, my teeth gently nipped his skin as I left a trail of kisses down to his collarbone.
“Rowan,” he gasped, gripping my arms. “You feel so good.”
I picked up my pace, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “You too. Fuck, I never knew you’d feel this good, this tight.”
He moaned as his head fell back against the pillow. “Harder,” he begged. “I need more.”
I complied; my thrusts grew more urgent and desperate. The room echoed with the sound of our skin slapping together, our bodies moving as one. His hands wandered over my back, shoulders, and arms, as if trying to pull me even closer.
I reached between us to fist his dick, stroking him in time with my thrusts. As his orgasm built, his body clamped down on mine.
“I’m close,” he panted. “So close.”
I could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I wanted to push him over the edge, to see him shatter in my arms. I increased the intensity of my strokes, while my other hand gripped his hip as I drove into him.
“Look at me,” I commanded. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
He did. Our gazes locked as I sped up and held him in place while I pounded into him.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled. “Let me see you fall apart.”
His hands gripped my shoulders, his body tensing as he chased his orgasm. His body stiffened, and his back arched off the bed as he cried out, his cum spurting hot and sticky over my hand and his stomach. I followed soon after, my own release tearing through me, leaving me breathless and drained.
We collapsed together, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. As I held him close, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, a steady rhythm that matched my own.
After I caught my breath, I wrapped the condom in a tissue from the nightstand and propped myself up on an elbow, looking down at him with a soft smile.
He reached up to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
I captured his lips with a gentle, lingering kiss, sealing our promise. In that moment, there was no past, no future—only the present and the love we shared. “I love you too.”
He took my hand in his, turned his head, and pressed a kiss to my palm. The gesture was simple, yet it spoke volumes about the depth of his feelings. I felt a rush of emotions—love, gratitude, and a renewed sense of purpose.
“Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I replied. “I promise.”
He smiled, a contented expression that lit up his face. I kissed him again, this time slower and more exploratory. Our tongues danced as we tasted and teased, rediscovering each other in a way that felt both familiar and new.
My hands explored his body, memorizing every curve and contour. He responded similarly, his touch gentle and curious. I broke the kiss to trail my lips down his neck, collarbone, and chest. He arched into my touch, his body responding with an intensity that left me breathless. I took my time, exploring every inch of him, focusing especially on the places that made him gasp and shudder.
He reached for me, gripping my shoulders and pulling me closer to his lips. Our kiss grew more fierce, more urgent, more desperate. I felt the heat rise between us, the craving for more intensified.
He rolled onto his side, pressing his back against my chest. Spooning him, I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him closer. He reached back to rest his hand on my thigh, inviting me to continue. When I kissed the back of his neck, he shivered, and I felt his muscles tense with anticipation.
My hand reached around his hip to find him semi-hard. I stroked him gently, feeling him grow in my palm. He moaned softly as his hips rocked against my touch. My fingers continuedto tease him, exploring his length, the sensitive tip, and the soft skin of his balls.
