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Reaching back, I grab hold of the hand that’s on my thigh.

He comes up, lifting my hips and there’s that first drizzle of lube. Eli’s fingers slip between my ass cheeks. He likes to play with my ass like this, through my ripped panties. And fuck if I don’t love it when he wants to play.

He lubes my whole ass. My cheeks, slick with lube, cause his hands to slide erotically over my skin. Then his thumb circles my hole. Mmm. I could come just like this. Eli runs maddening circles around my hole with that thumb, massaging my asshole. He spreads my ass wide open, sliding his pinky in. Ah, fuck. So fucking amazing. Soon, I’m demanding for more than his fingers. I need that fucking cock of his inside my ass.

And then, ohh fuck me to the fucking pits of hell, when Eli’s makes the first breach with that beautiful crown of his dick, I lift my ass for him.

He gives it to me, so long and deep and hard. The best kind of burn.

Eli knows how to ride my ass. I take him in all the fucking way and when he withdraws to just his tip inside me, I hold my breath for the—

Fuck me. That strike back inside, hitting my prostate.

Again.

And again.

And fucking again.

We go until Eli is fucking me through the torn silk panties like a grunting beast and I’m coming like a fucking freight train, giving him my ass to wreck in every which way until he too explodes inside me, warm and so fucking beautiful.

Chapter 65

Eli

We’re not done.

He’s so damn beautiful like this. Sprawled on his stomach, the sheets totally fucked with his cum and mine oozing out of his ass.

He reaches back and spreads his cheeks for me. Axel is so sexy when we fuck. It’s the only place every single one of his triggers, his insecurities and his demons are banished from his mind, his heart, his body.

Here, he belongs all and only to me. And I honor his trust in me with a kind of lovemaking that transcends just physical release. Here, nothing separates us. Not Frank. Not cancer. Not the painful memories of River Valley.

Now, he lifts his ass for me, and I spread him wide, ripping his panties even more to give me a clearer view of his asshole.

He flexes his hole. Fuck, so fucking gorgeous. My cum oozes from that beautiful little pucker. I catch the dribble of semen in the pad of my thumb and sink my thumb back into his hole. Reaching forward, I close the fingers of my other hand around his neck. The cords in his neck vibrate and I imagine his groans. His shouts of pleasure.

When I’ve lavished Axel’s beautiful asshole sufficiently, I slowly turn him around until he’s on his back. He gazes at me with hooded eyes. Running my hands over the front of his thighs, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his silk panties and roll them down slowly.

“You’ll have to replace those,” he signs.

I laugh, the sounds vibrating in my throat. I bunch up the destroyed underwear in my fist and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply. I’ll never get over Axel’s scent.

Then, I take the panties and rub them gently over Axel’s semi hard cock. He closes his eyes, lifting his hips. Ecstasy looks so fucking good on him.

His cock lies against his stomach, thick and veined. I reach down and take him in my mouth. Even softened, Axel inside my mouth is a dream. He doesn’t harden again. He’s tired. Fatigue is common these days.

I slip him out of my mouth, lifting myself off him carefully. By the time I manage to get a pillow underneath his head, he’s asleep. I bring him a warm towel, opening the bedroom door for Pepper on my way back to Axel, and wipe as much of him as possible before covering us both with the comforter from the bottom of the bed. Pepper settles behind Axel, in the crook of his knees.

She may go ballistic for me when I leave or return, but at night, she stays very close to Axel.

Facing Axel, I reach over him and rub Pepper on the top of her head. Thank you, I sign. Her tail beats lightly on the bed and she lets out a soft whine.

I switch off the lights with a remote but keep the one on the nightstand on my side on. It’s still early for me, so I pick up the book that Axel carries with him everywhere. I don’t know how many times he’s read it.

All The Battles We Surrender. I’ve been reading a little every night after Axel’s fallen asleep. He reads Tamelane and Other Poems almost every night. At first, he refused to even touch the first edition, but I’d insisted he read from it.

As I near the end of All The Battles We Surrender, my heart breaks for Axel all over again. He’s looking for his happy ending.

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