“Gage … baby … you ready for me to come?”
He couldn’t form words, so he growled his approval.
“Fuck.It feels too good.Don’t wanna stop,” Travis grunted, pausing once again, this time pulling Gage’s hips back.
He rocked up onto his knees, moving with Travis, not wanting him to stop either.He relished the way Travis’s fingertips dug into his hips as he held him firmly in place, plowing him from behind.
Balancing himself on one forearm, Gage reached down, stroked his cock in time to Travis’s thrusts.
“Oh, yeah.That’s it.I want you to come.”
Gage gritted his teeth, holding off for as long as he could.When Travis’s grip became nearly painful, he knew his husband was close.He held on for several more thrusts before he let go with a guttural cry.
“Fuck,” Travis roared, slamming into him one final time, his cock erupting, pulsing deep inside him.
When it was over, he was shocked once more when Travis fell on top of him, blanketing him the way he had long ago.Sex with Travis had been good, but it hadn’t been quite like this in a long damn time.
Gage lay there, catching his breath while Travis shifted, his arms banding around him.They remained like that for long minutes, the sweat cooling on their skin.
“What was that?”he asked, hesitant to ask because he didn’t want this to end.
Travis kissed his shoulder.“Hope, baby.That was hope.”
He wanted to ask Travis what that meant, but he kept the question to himself.He didn’t want to shatter the moment, not sure when or if they would ever get it back again.
Rather than question it, Gage decided to simply breathe.
