“Can I rim you?” he asks sweetly.
I look over my shoulder. “Anytime, babe.”
I lift my ass for him, and Alexander takes my hips, supporting me. I feel his breath, hot on my crack; then he drags his tongue down. I feel the warm pressure as he explores me, searching for my hole, and then I reach back and pull my cheeks apart, offering myself to him like he offered himself to me.
“You smell good,” Alexander says, then kisses my quivering rim.
“Fuck yeah,” I moan. I take my glasses off as he keeps kissing, the heat building at my core.
Alexander works me like he’s done this a million times before. He swirls his tongue, teasing my entrance with torturously slow licks. My cock throbs, and the pleasure grows, and every whimper from my boyfriend pushes me closer to the edge.
“Alexander,” I groan. I writhe my hips back, and his tongue pierces me open, pushing past my rim. Time slips away, and I have no idea how long we stay there, just that he keeps stretching me, wetting me, opening me.
Finally, he pulls his lips off, sucking in breath. “Can I fuck you?” he asks sweetly.
“Hell yeah,” I grunt, and when I look over my shoulder and see his puffy lips and delirious eyes, we both laugh.
Alexander takes the lube while I reposition myself, pushing up so I’m on all fours. My boyfriend kneels behind me, then presses his cock to my crack. He rides his length over my hole, gliding across it again and again, and the anticipation fuels the fire burning in my furnace.
I want to say a million things, tell him how much I love him, how he makes everything in my life good. But I’m sweating and gasping for air, and when Alexander rubs his crown against my slicked rim, all my words disintegrate.
“My artist,” he coos, stroking the side of my head.
“Alexander,” I gasp.
His cock stretches me open. I take him in, slowly at first, then deeper. Alexander’s breath hitches as he sinks into me, and my tight hole clenches around his shaft. We both cry out at once. My cock is dripping, and the tremors of pleasure and desire shake through my body, rocking every muscle.
With a groan, I thrust my hips back, taking him deeper. Alexander’s hand is all over my head, stroking me and rubbing me. I pull his fingers into my mouth, kissing and nibbling at them, the electric sensation thrumming through my body.
“Alexander,” I gasp again, driving my hips back.
“You feel so, so good,” he groans.
We find our rhythm. I buck my hips as he drives into me, harder and harder. Alexander’s crown hits my prostate as he slides in and out, over and over. Our movements, our breath, our heartbeat, everything is aligned. We become one body, writhing together until Alexander wraps his arm around my chest and pulls me up.
His slender body holds me from behind. I’m sure I’d fall against the mattress again if he let go, but he won’t. I let myself relax, shaking in his arms as we careen toward our climax.
“Love you,” he whispers in my ear.
My prostate throbs as he stretches me, pumping hard. “Love you,” I gasp back. “Always love you.”
We moan together, greedy noises that come with every breath, until we finally crash into an orgasm. Alexander groans my name as he drives into me hard, and I clench down, my hole seizing as a climax rips through me. His wet release fills me, and I spray, shooting my load as pure ecstasy unites our bodies, obliterating any last boundaries that separated us.
We fall to the bed together, Alexander buried to the hilt and aftershocks rocking through us. I want to keep feeling him there, hard inside me while his release drips from my hole, so I grab my boyfriend’s arms and wrap them around my chest, squeezing him tight.
It took me years to realize the truth, but as my best friend kisses the back of my neck and strokes my chest, I can feel it everywhere.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. “And you’re mine.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
ALEXANDER
“This isthe most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me,” I declare.
Rafael chuckles. We’re walking down the sidewalk, not far from our place, although he’s tied a blindfold over my eyes so I have no idea where exactly we are. The sun is warm on my cheeks, though, and my boyfriend holds my hand as we walk slowly down the sidewalk, and I couldn’t be happier.
“You don’t even know where I’m taking you,” he chuckles. “How do you know it’s romantic?”
