Eli is still sound asleep beside me as the sun works its way higher into the sky. I glide my fingers down his flank, smiling when he sighs happily in his sleep. He presses closer to me and I take a deep breath of his hair. The intoxicating scent of salt water and sunshine still somehow lingers on him.
The absolutely wild thought that I want to keep him floats through my head again. I want to keep Elijah. I want to live every day like this, with him in my arms. But we’ve purposefully kept things vague as we’ve gotten to know one another.
I know only the most basic and mundane facts about him, about his mother, about the accident that caused the gnarly scaracross his perfect knee. I don’t know if he does this on a full-time basis, what he wants to do with his life. I don’t even know if he’d be interested in something more with me.
Also, I’m not an idiot. I’m sure every man that does this with him falls in love, because how can they not? He’s the epitome of husband material. Eli makes me laugh, makes me feel free in a way I haven’t in years. The man also makes me decidedly possessive. If he does that for everyone he “dates,” then undoubtedly many men have fallen in love with Eli.
I still don’t know how I can keep a wild and perfect thing like him. But I want to try.
I press a kiss against his hair with a weary sigh. Pulling him closer by a hand on the small of his back, sleep claims me again with him tucked safely against my chest.
The next time I awake,the sun is shining brightly through the room. I’m confused for a moment, about what woke me up, but then the wet suction around my cock sends a zap of sizzling lightning down my spine. Movement under the blanket along with a quiet moan, has me burying my fingers in Eli’s curls.
“Such a good boy,” I murmur into the soft quiet of the bedroom.
Eli licks at the head of my cock, then dives back down to swallow me whole. I arch off the bed, forcing my cock deep into his throat. A gasp escapes me when Eli chokes before letting out a deep moan that feels delicious around my cock. Oh, he likes that. Of course he does. Using my fingers buried in his hair, I force him down onto me for a few seconds, then drag him back up.
His fingers tighten against my thighs as I keep fucking his throat until I’m just about to come. I try to warn him, to pull him off, but he just takes my cock deeper in his throat as I let out a long, satisfied moan. My orgasm rockets through me, sending my cum right down his throat. Eli sucks me until I’m shivering with sensitivity, then he pulls off, reverently kissing the tip of my cock. Like I just gave him the most precious gift.
I tug him up to my mouth by my tight grip on his hair. He gasps against my lips as I lick the taste of myself out of his mouth. Eli tastes like us. So perfect, so honest.
I pull away from his mouth and laugh when he chases after me.
“Come up here,” I demand as I tug him until he’s kneeling over my face. God, the sight of him trembling over me, hair wild, eyes blown with lust makes my cock wish it could go again.
“Now fuck my mouth.”
“Colby,” Eli gasps, eyes round and wide as he looks down at me.
I slap his ass, making Eli whimper. “Be a good boy and fuck my mouth. I won’t tell you again.”
Eli nods, his breathing harsh as I take his hard, leaking cock into my mouth. He tastes divine. He tastes like Eli and the ocean and everything good in this world. His thighs tremble beside my head as he thrusts deeply into my mouth.
Years of practice have made it easy to take him into my throat, swallowing around him on each thrust. I stare up at him in awe as he buries himself in my throat over and over again. Eyes rolling back into his head from pleasure, thighs trembling, hands tightly gripping the headboard, he paints a vivid picture of pleasure. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, probably hard enough to leave bruises. I don’t think Eli will mind though. A gasp leaves his mouth as I swallow around him. Some emotionthat I can’t parse crosses his face as he looks down at me. His head hangs down as he hungrily watches his cock disappear into my mouth. He licks his lips and rolls his hips, making me gag a little.
One of his hands falls from the headboard to sweetly cup my jaw. His thumb presses against my lips, feeling the slide of his cock in my mouth. The expression on his face knocks all the air from my lungs. He looks swept away just from the sight of me. I have never needed someone to come down my throat so badly before, not as badly as I need Eli.
“Yeah, suck me,” he whispers, voice shaky.
I suck him down harder, then use my tight grip on his hips to force him to quicken his thrusts. His cock hardens in my mouth and he whimpers. Eli looks so wrecked, so debauched, that I wish I could take a picture of this moment to keep forever.
He comes like that with a quiet gasp, shivering, thighs trembling beneath my fingers. I swallow him down, wishing for more once it’s over. Eli falls to the side, panting harshly, then reaches over to lightly pat my face.
“Best cocksucker on the planet,” Eli says, voice awed.
A loud, barking laugh escapes me. I roll over and place a sound kiss on his mouth. “Come on, husband. Let’s take a shower and start the day.”
Eli shakes his head, still panting from his orgasm, but still eagerly follows me into the bathroom. We take a slow, decadent shower, washing each other gently without any heat since it’s been burned out of us. He smiles softly at me as he carefully washes his messy curls and my heart does that traitorous skip again.
I wrap a fluffy towel around Eli once we’re out of the shower, then proceed to tenderly wipe the cascading drops of water from his golden skin. He rolls his eyes at me but lets me do it all the same. I’m learning that’s just Eli’s way with me. It’s been along time since caretaking someone brought me this amount of peace, of joy, and I appreciate Eli in a way I’m not sure I can ever properly explain to him.
I place a sweet, closemouthed kiss on the scar of his knee, and look up at him through my lashes. Eli blinks down at me, fingers twitching rapidly at his side.
“Husband,” I whisper against his soft skin.
Tears well up in Eli’s eyes, and his bottom lip trembles. I stand in a rush and cup his cheeks in the palms of my hands. He tries to wrestle from my grip but I hold tight, unwilling to let him go until we’ve talked.
