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“We’ll ask George for a new bed. Those cots are unacceptable. We can’t go on like this.” Shane kissed my neck, my shoulder. I sat up and stroked his head.

Finally, he came toward me. His lips burned hot against mine. I eagerly opened my legs and wrapped them around Shane’s waist. Closer. I wanted him closer to me. Inside me.

My cock was hard and heavy, and I was almost desperate.

I lifted my hips in search of friction. But Shane’s damn flat stomach was still hovering somewhere above me. I released my legs, slid down, positioned myself much better, and clung to him again. And finally, finally, my dick met resistance. A velvety, iron resistance. Our erections rubbed against each other. Shane rolled his hips, pressing me into the mattress, his cock against my stomach, then moved back again, letting our erections brush against each other. Not enough. A hint that made me chase after him.

He continued to tease me. Driving me crazy.

But Shane remained unperturbed, holding the reins. Setting our pace. No matter how much I stretched toward him.

He kissed my neck down to my chest. With one hand, he freed my legs, which I acknowledged with a whimper. Once he had freed himself, he swept a pile of pillows off the bed behind my head.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this moment. You’re the sweetest buffet in front of me.”

He licked one of my nipples. Then the other. He blew on my heated skin. All my hair stood on end. Every nerve ending contracted. It elicited a deep tingling sensation that spread throughout my body.

Meanwhile, Shane worked his way over my body. He didn’t linger anywhere for long. Nibbled here. Licked there. Bit gently there.

He lightly stroked my groin, kneaded my balls.

He licked up the drop of pre-cum that had formed with his tongue and sucked on the tip of my cock.

With a suppressed sigh, I pushed my hips toward him. But he continued to tease me. He let go of me and kissed the insides of my thighs.

“What do you want to do?” He lifted my leg, placed my foot on his shoulder, which raised my pelvis, and ran a finger delicately over my perineum. Over the adjoining crack.

Between whimpering and laughing, I propped myself up on one elbow. “You only ask that when you want to fuck me.”

Shane abruptly raised his head and pushed out his lower lip, giving him the expression of a sulking teenager. “That’s not true! I’m saying this because I’m a considerate, romantic lover.”

My laughter gained the upper hand. “Right, Shane. Don’t talk rubbish. I can count on one hand how many times we’ve been in bed together, but you asked me that exact question when you . . . ”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence before Shane pounced on me. Kissed me, drove his tongue between my lips, demanded access, which I willingly granted him. Licked inside my mouth, rubbed his lower body against me until I finally clung to him again.

Without taking his mouth off mine, he spoke against my lips. “And I thought I was the seducer here. But I’m an open book to you.”

I stroked his hair, which hung wildly in his face. “Not an open book. But I’d rather know where I stand than have to guess.” My words took on a gravity I hadn’t intended.

Shane lifted his head slightly. A smile appeared on his lips. Not a mocking or challenging one. But a gentle, understanding one.

“You know where you stand. I stand by what I say. And I meant every word I said tonight. I only want you, Ruben. No games, no testing. I don’t need excitement. No thrill. Only the two of us. That sounds absolutely fantastic to me.”

“Me too!” I couldn’t emphasize it quickly enough.

We met with a kiss. More tender and reserved this time. But our erections soon demanded attention again.

“So,” Shane proceeded, “what do you want to do today?”

“What I’ve been thinking about for days. You inside me.”

“Fuck! Yes!” he whispered hoarsely.

Shaking my head and wearing a grin that barely fit on my face, I watched him stumble across the bed to the pile he had fished out of our clothes. He returned with three packets between his fingers and a triumphant smile.

He handed me a packet of lube. “Here. I want to watch you.”

He lay down at the head of the bed, adjusted the pillows under his head, and pointed his index finger in my direction. “This way, beautiful.”