Page 98 of Never Too Late

“Don’t shy away from me. I want to see your beautiful face.”

He doesn’t give me time to respond before he takes a hold of my hips and pulls me on top of him. Now making me straddle him.

“Hi,” he whispers deeply.

“Hi.”

I bring all my courage up, pushing myself forward and this time, I make the move first. Taking his lips with my own, sliding my tongue along the line of his mouth begging for entrance. He responds instantly, allowing my tongue inside, allowing me to taste him as he groans into my mouth.

As I slide deeper into his mouth, he places both hands on my thighs, pulling me down, stopping me from being able to move as he raises his hips from the floor in search of friction, which causes both of our cocks to jump at the sensation.

We haven’t allowed ourselves to be intimate since he came back, I’ve been too scared about hurting him.

But I have a burning need for him, and I think he does for me too.

“Sunshine, you’ve got to stop before you start something we’re going to have to finish,” I say in a husky unrecognisable voice.

“But what if I’m ready to finish it?”

I don’t need to hear any more words coming from his mouth.

Our kisses turn frantic, heated with need and passion. This isn’t just a kiss, or a promise like usual, this is the two of us devouring one another. We’re taking. We can’t stop.

Both panting and groaning into each other’s mouths, neither of us want to pull back or take our mouths away from the other, but I feel as though if I don’t sometime soon, I will no longer be able to breathe.

Eventually pulling myself away, he groans from the loss of contact, pushing his hips up further so our cocks are rubbing against one another through the fabric of the only item of clothing we have left on.

“Please, Dax, I can’t take it anymore,” he whimpers as I move my hips alongside his, both syncing in rhythm.

Fuck. I forgot how much I loved that sound.

Something about making Jae whimper rushes straight through me.

“We need to take these off,” he says with fire dancing in his eyes. In this light, he looks otherworldly. The colours from the fire reflecting from his skin perfectly. Framing his prominent features as the light behind him glows.

He doesn’t give me the chance to respond as he wraps one arm around me, moving another to his boxers as he lifts himself up, still holding me in place, and pushes his boxers over his hips, dragging them down his legs. Once he’s naked, I lift myself up so he can remove mine the same.

Taking my mouth back with his, he slowly moves his other hand down my body until it reaches my cock, and he gently grasps it with one hand, sliding up and down, using his thumb to continue teasing the tip.

Pulling his mouth a few inches from mine, he whispers, “I’ve missed the weight of you in my hand, the taste of you wasn’t enough. I’ve been desperate to have you again.”

I groan into his mouth at his confession as he swallows it down.

Removing his hand from my cock, he takes hold of his own, pushing both of them together, now wrapping his hand around us both.

Jae’s cock is bigger than mine, thicker, and feeling the friction of them rubbing together makes me want to come. It feels like heaven and hell in one, the torture and the pleasure rising in me, begging to release.

Wrapping his arm around my waist again, he gently lifts me once more, leaning forward to push me down so I’m now laid on my back as he leans over the top of me, his cock twitching as he comes closer towards me.

I can feel the heat of his body, smell the scent of his skin, the weight of his hard cock against my stomach, and my mind is foggy with lust.

Moving himself to the side, he places his hand on the table, pulling a rose from the bouquet sitting on top.

“Red roses. Beautiful, aren’t they? They’re my favourite. I didn’t understand the power of flowers until you taught me. I fell in love with this bouquet when I walked in the shop. I couldn’t stop thinking about how special the person was who would receive it. I never thought it would have been me.” He takes the rose bud and traces it across my skin. The smooth velvety texture, gliding over effortlessly as he brings it down to my groin. The sensation makes my cock jump, begging to be touched. I attempt to slide my hand round, wanting to relieve some pressure, and he taps my hand out of the way, shaking his head side to side. He lays the rose to the side of me, leaning over to pull out another flower, a Heather. “This is a new flower. A Heather. I learnt that today. Do you know what these flowers mean, Dax?” he asks with confidence.

I cough. “Admiration. Solitude.”

“Good boy. Why did you choose the flowers in this bouquet?” His eyes darken.

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