I trailed my hands down his sides as he continued to thrust into me. Little gasps and grunts escaped me as I grasped his ass. Whether to hold him steady or to encourage him to go harder, I couldn’t be certain.More. More. More.I was greedy. And my cock was perking right back to life. What had he said? Refractory periods? Yeah, my body was just so into this.
As if sensing my thoughts, he moved his hand between our bodies and grasped my cock. He tugged along to the rhythm of the thrusts. He hadn’t used lube, but I was too far gone to give it more than passing thought. Need clawed through me and brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I felt like I’d just come and yet my body was reaching for that ultimate climax yet again. “Zahir?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” Still he kept thrusting. Pushing me against the headboard even as he drove me crazier and crazier.
“I’m coming.”
“Oh, thank God. Please do. I need you to—”
The orgasm ripped through me. I stiffened even as I cried out. Cum shot out of me and landed on his chest, my abs, and even a bit on his chin.Well, okay then. That’s wild.I’d always been so controlled when I got myself off. Right now, things felt out of control—but in a good way. Good that he could drive me to this peak of pleasure with so little effort.
Zahir thrust more, held himself still, then let out a growl. He held my gaze even as his face contorted.
Instinctively, I understood he was emptying himself inside me. We were connected in a way that was beyond intimate.
When he collapsed on me, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I spread my thighs wider so I could wrap my ankles around his legs. I did everything possible to bring him as close to me as I could.
His labored breaths were harsh against my neck even as I fought to bring my own breathing under control. I stroked his back—feeling the sweat. The scent of sex permeated the space, and I tried to sort out how I felt about all this. Yes, I was no longer a virgin. That was a big deal. Also, I was coming to care for this man deeply. To the point that I dreaded heading back to Toronto. Instead, I wanted to find a job here and make a life for myself in Mission City. Get to know Demetriusand his family better. Spend all my spare time with Zahir.But would he want that? Or are you just a nice distraction? A diversion to help him get over his grief?I hoped not. Yet if my being here helped his healing, that would make me feel better.
He scratched my scalp. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
He pushed himself up so our gazes clashed.
I swallowed. “Okay. I’m thinking how this is amazing and special and how—” I cut off.
“How…?” He caressed my cheek—as he did so frequently.
“How I don’t want this to end. How I dread going back to Toronto alone after having met so many wonderful people. After having met you.” I swallowed. “I never believed in fate. Bad luck? Sure. But fate? No way. But I can’t help thinking—what if either of us had chosen a different flight? Or been five minutes later to the check-in counter? What if—” I swallowed again. “What if we’d never met?”
His eyes softened. “I do believe in fate. Marty and I were destined to be together until his dying breath. He also repeated over and over how he wanted me to find someone else. That I had too much love in my heart to merely spend my life grieving. Then he died. Our dog died of a broken heart. I wasn’t certain I could take anymore. But Marty’s spirit guided me to the shelter, and I met Daphne. I believe he had a hand in us meeting—if only because I was open to helping a stranger.”
“You did that. A good deed. Selflessness.”
He blinked. “If you think I’m not getting something out of this—” He cupped my jaw. “It’s not just about the sex. Although that was sort of awesome.” He swallowed. “I should’ve asked—are you okay?”
I smiled and answered with my heart in my throat. “More than okay. You took care of me, and I’m so appreciative.”
“That’s good. Virgins are not my specialty. And I must be heavy.”
I held him closer. “For a few more minutes, okay?”
“Yep. Then we should have a quick shower, change the sheets, and retrieve poor Daphne.”
“I like that idea. All of that.” This time, I caressed his cheek. “So it’s not just about the sex?”
“It was never just about the sex.” His eyes turned almost steely. “And it’s not just about the puppy—although that’s pretty amazing too. No, this is about connecting. I’ve never felt the way I do with you. Marty—” He winced. “Damn, I keep saying to myself that I shouldn’t bring up my dead husband—”
I pressed my index finger to his lips. “He was part of you for half of your life. Of course you’re going to talk about him. I love that you’re finding ways to honor what you shared. I’m not jealous of a ghost—only worried I might not live up to his legacy.”
Zahir shook his head—dislodging my finger. “But you don’t have to. You’re your own man. And what I was trying to say—badly—was that my relationship with Marty was born out of familiarity. We just knew we were meant to be together. We weren’t some grand passion or some epic love story. Just two young men who recognized they could build a life together.”
I squinted. “Are you saying it’s different with us?”
“That we’re some grand passion? An epic love story? I’d say I do feel we were destined to meet. That I would’ve helped you regardless, but the fact you wore that pin, even if you merely forgot to remove it, was a sign we were meant to find each other. How I feel for you—” He stopped.
I held my breath.
