“Give me what’s mine, Han,” Stone says, his voice thick with desire as cum paints his chest and hand. Once the aftershocks have stopped, I lean my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath when his words coast across my lips. “That made me hard again.”
I smile from my perch on his lap.
“Tell me what you want,” I command.
“I think if we prop my leg up, you could fuck me on my back if you’re up for it,” he says.
“Do we have enough time?” I ask.
“Han, we’re adults. We’re in love, and we just suffered through the most traumatic thing either of us has ever endured. I’m glad our parents got over themselves enough to come out here, but we didn’t ask them to stay, and I don’t want to hide inmy own fucking house anymore.”
“Okay,” I agree, albeit hesitantly. He has a point, but I’m certain neither of our parents would recover if they walked in onthat.
I start trying to figure out the best way to position his leg when he stops me.
“Not here!In our room!”
Oh.
Yeah, that makes more sense.
Laughing, I help Stone off the couch.
“Look, man. You told me you wanted me to fuck you. I was just trying to make that happen as fast as possible.”
It’s a bit awkward getting down the hall, but I trust Stone to manage himself, and he trusts me to do the same. We’re both so out of shape that we’re panting by the time we make it to the bedroom, but I’ll be damned if I give up now.
I triple-check to make sure the door is locked before helping Stone undress and get into bed.
After placing pillows under his leg until he’s comfortable, I sit back on my heels to drink him in. We both had showers this morning and have mostly been on a diet of soup and protein shakes because our bodies have other things to worry about besides digestion, and neither of us has had much of an appetite since the avalanche. I’m thankful for that right now.
“You sure you’re good to try this?” I ask, checking in.
“More than,” Stone reassures me. “Just remember it’s been a while, so, you know, go slow.”
“I’ll go so slow that I drive you crazy and have you begging for my cock.”
I reach down to stroke him once, just to help him relax into my touch, but he catches my hand.
“Consider him primed. I wouldn’t touch him until you’re seated inside me and ready to come yourself.”
I can’t fight my smirk as I reach for the lube and a couple of toys and begin working him open.
“Duly noted.”
Chapter 41
Stone
Because of the increased spasticity in Hanlon’s fingers, he gets creative on getting me ready. I know he wishes he were able to do it like he usually does, but I’m just so fucking glad we’re here together that I don’t mind one bit and am sure to tell him so.
“That’s so fucking good, Han.”
I relax my bent knee so it falls open, trying to give him better access. When Hanlon helped me into bed, he stashed a pillow under my hips to make it easier to reach everything he wanted. He also ensured that there was enough padding under my neck. I can tell he’s holding himself back. His need to be inside me is as great as my need for him to consume me.
He slides the plug in and out, angling it until it presses on my prostate.
“You’ve gotta stop doing that if you want me to last until you’re inside me,” I warn again.
