I’m moaning, fractured. “Please—I want to fuck you?—”
I strip off my shirt and throw it down, left fully exposed in front of him.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” I gasp. “Not fair.”
And I fumble for the buttons of his shirt. I want him so much it scares me. Like I’ve never wanted anyone or anything before.
Stef pauses to pull his shirt off over his head. His golden tan covers his body, and he lifts his hips to slide off his shorts and boxers in a swift move, kicking them away. His erection is glorious.
“Fuck, Stef…” I say in awe.
Then we’re all mouths and fingers and hot bodies pushed tight against each other as we tumble onto the bed. I stroke his cock. We’re both breathing hard, like we’ve used up all the oxygen in here, inhaling the scent of each other’s skin. I rake my teeth on his shoulder. We roll together.
I pin him beneath me, our mouths meeting in kisses that leave me reeling. His fingers claw my back, pulling me close.
“Please, Theo,” Stef begs.
“I don’t have any condoms with me…” I confess belatedly, between urgent kisses. I should have thought about this.
“I’m tested,” Stef assures me. “It’s okay.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” I admit, to Stef’s surprise, nibbling his fingers. There’s not a chance. Because all I want is him.
I press my cock against his thigh, sucking my fingers and moving my hand between his legs to tease his opening till he shudders.
Stef moans, a ripple through his body, as if it’s my own. “Yeah?—”
The way he reacts is everything. More than. I want Stef to know how special he is. How much he means to me. If I have to let him go—he has to know he’s everything.
“Like that, gorgeous…” I encourage, taking my time. Till he’s muttering nonsense, writhing beneath me with a couple of my fingers inside him. Eventually, I move to straddle him so he can suck me off some more. His mouth’s incredible, each flick of his tongue making me increasingly feral.
When I’m unable to take any more teasing, using spit as lube, I shift to start to press inside Stef as he clutches my hair, sobbing out, which thrills me.
“Okay?” I ask, pausing. The sensation of him floods my senses. I shiver hard. Fuck.
“More than… God…” Stef manages. “Don’t stop.”
I slowly push inside, hitting him just right till he’s crying out with the rhythm of our bodies on the soft duvet. Here, it’s just him and me, and our urgency together.
There’re no kingdoms. No reality. Just Stef in my arms. Mine.
And I’m all his.
Stef feels incredible against me, my face buried against his skin. His fingers dig roughly into my back. And I don’t want this moment to end. Not ever.
I tease him relentlessly, till he can’t take it anymore, erupting with a full-body spasm as I pin him down, spilling his cum hot and fast.
“Fuck,” I whisper in awe, and then I follow, coming hard too as Stef writhes, collapsing into his arms, against his chest. I press my face against his collarbone. He’s muttering nonsense, his breath against my ear.
Till we both stop in the quiet, lost in each other’s arms. Everything’s entirely still. The sun shines. The cicada sing.
We kiss lingeringly in our private world.
“Love you, Stef,” I whisper at last.
“Love you too.”
And eventually, we drowse. Till we start all over again, greedy for the hours we have together before Stef leaves again.
