While I’m here, I pepper kisses along his spine.
Apparently, I don’t move fast enough because he begins fucking himself on my cock again.
“Please,” he whimpers, causing me to sit up and grip his ass in my hands.
I pull his cheeks apart with my thumbs and watch my dick slide in and out of him.
I’m on the edge immediately.
“Touch yourself for me, Talon. I’m gonna come, and I want you there with me.”
Talon shifts his weight to one arm beneath me, using hisfree hand to honor my request while I inch closer to the edge. With three more pumps of my hips, I’m there.
“Oh, shit. I’m coming.”
The sound of Talon’s fist shuttling along his dick prolongs my release, and by the time his ass bears down on me and I feel him let go, my cock is so sensitive I’m afraid it’s going to fall off. But this kind of pain is euphoria as he slams back against me until his arms give out and he falls face-first into the pillow.
I don’t want to move. His body is a blanket of heat surrounding my softening cock. The sweat droplets along his spine taste like heaven on my tongue. I run my hand up his back until my fingers curl lightly in his hair and my nails graze his scalp.
“Ohmygod, I’m dead,” he mumbles.
“I hope not. I’m really starting to like this whole sex thing,” I tease.
Popping an eye open, Talon angles his head to look at me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I confirm.
He rolls, causing his body to release my dick, and I hop into action.
“Be still. I’ll clean you up.”
Laughing, he follows me into the bathroom.
“We should probably just take another shower.”
“I’m not so sure you can shower with me without it turning intothatevery time,” I point out with a proud smile.
“Is that a complaint?” he asks, stopping at the sink to brush his teeth.
It dawns on me that we haven’t even kissed this morning, so I follow suit, suddenly needing to feel his lips against mine.
“Not even a little,” I mumble around my toothbrush.
I reach for him as soon as the task is complete, my lipsparting to make room for his, our tongues dancing, licking, savoring.
Talon’s hand is on the back of my neck as he holds me to him, our naked bodies connected from our lips to our toes.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back.
Following him inside the dual-headed shower for the second time this morning, I take in the way his muscles flex as he moves, the way his eyes are so honest, the way his smile never fully leaves his lips.
“You’re staring,” he says, rubbing body wash over his chest.
“You’re worth staringat.”
