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“Lemme,” he mumbled, squirming until he could reach into the drawer. “It's been ages. It's probably buried.”

“Sure they aren't expired?” I eased back with a grin. “How long are we talking when we say ages?”

“A risk I'm willing to take, baby.” He rolled back onto the mattress with a devilish grin. He wiggled a strip of condoms at me before shoving them and a nearly empty bottle of lube into my hand. “I'm all clear as of my last test.”

“Same.” I swiped the bottle and gold foil ribbon from his hand with a wink. “I'll be gentle.”

“I would much rather you weren't.” His hands swept over my skin again as soon as they were free.

“Fuck, EJ. I'm trying to make this last.”

“We have all night.” He wiggled his hips, grinning with a look of pure mischief in his gaze. “Pretty please, hurry.”

“So freaking needy,” I mumbled in response as I tore a wrapper open and fished out the condom. “Love it.”

Our eyes met briefly, a flicker of recognition and unspoken understanding flowing between us. Love was a loaded word, asolemn promise, an unintentional choice that I knew deep down I had meant in deeper ways it was too soon to voice. We were on the precipice of a moment I knew would crack my heart wide open. It made me all the more eager to slide into his body and show him with actions what my heart had long known—despite the time that had passed, I loved him. I'd loved him as a friend, I’d loved him as a memory. Now, I would love him as a partner.

My hands shook as I rolled the condom on and trembled even harder as I grabbed the lube bottle. With racing thoughts and a pounding pulse, I coated my fingers and flicked my gaze toward his face again. The barest dip of his chin and a slow spreading smile greeted my eyes. Maybe I was overthinking everything. Maybe it would all come crashing down again. Maybe too long had passed with too many unanswered questions between us, but for one crystal clear moment, everything was right with the world.

I slid my fingers between his legs, shifting lower as he spread himself for me until finally, my digits slid through the tight ring of muscle and into the molten hot depths of him. The sensation was enough to blow my errant thoughts away as the promise of replacing my fingers with my cock became the highest priority. Judging by the long, open-mouthed groan that fell from his lips, we had the same priorities. With a twist and more pressure, my fingers slid deeper still and I knew the moment I found that special spot that brought the greatest pleasure—his head fell back with a curse as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck, Will. Right there… oh God.”

“Keep talking, love.” I shifted my body, flicking the head of his cock with my tongue before dragging it along the underside of his cock. “Love it when you say my name.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His hands wound through my hair before he gave a firm tug. “Fuck me now. I want to come around your cock.”

Expelling a breathy swear, I added another finger and pumped faster, stretching him so there'd be minimal discomfort. To be frank, I didn't think I would have the restraint I needed to go slow. Not when I needed him as desperately as I did. He whined as I pulled my fingers from within his ass. The whine turned to a whimper as I lubed my dick and shimmied my knees further between his spread legs. The second the head of my cock pressed against his hole, the whimpering turned to begging.

“Yes! Yes, please. Will, I need you inside me—ahh!”

As my cock sank into the tight cincture of his ass, his back rose from the mattress with a groan and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around him. I couldn't get close enough. The overwhelming pressure and pure delight of being one with him was enough to cause my breath to hitch. It wasn't just physically overwhelming—the emotions that hit were so intense, I feared for a moment I might actually cry.

“You gotta move, baby. It's so good… I need more. Will, please.” EJ’s hands slid down my back and gripped my ass. “Fuck me, Will.”

I eased back and pressed forward, reveling in every delicious inch of him wrapped tight around my throbbing cock. He was everywhere and everything and I groaned in ecstasy at the perfect way we fit together. Our arms tightened in an intimate embrace, his legs wrapped around mine, and the slow and steady pace of my hips synced with our ragged breaths as the puzzle pieces of my heart snapped into place. I'd barely even started fucking him and I knew without a doubt I was forever ruined for any other man in the world. There was only him. It had always been him and only him for me. I hated myself for missing out on such perfection for so long while simultaneously savoring every moment of what I hoped would be the first of many experiences like this.

“My God, your dick is perfect.” EJ rolled his hips higher with a groan. “Harder, babe. Please?”

I surged forward, burying my face in his neck to hide the flurry of emotions likely playing over my expression as my hips responded to his plea of their own accord. We clung to one another, tighter and more needy with each thrust and grunt and shared moan. His panting took on an erratic pattern as trembling washed over his body and I knew without him even uttering the words that he was close to coming.

“EJ… my EJ… give me your cum.” I slipped my hand between our bodies, sweat-slick and undulating together in frantic need, to grab hold of his cock and stroke it with as much vigor as I fucked his ass. “Let me have it. Let me have all of you.”

My words and actions combined and triggered a crescendo of responses. He held tighter. He cried out louder. His body spasmed and a sob fell from his lips. The way his ass seized around my cock had glittering stars sparking in my vision and perhaps the most miraculous reaction of all was the fact that we both came at nearly the same second.

My cock pulsed. His throbbed. I cried out. He matched the senseless sound with one of his own. Our embrace grew almost impossibly tight to the point that our trembling, convulsing bodies moved as one. Even our chests rose and fell in unison, the pervasive, intoxicating aroma of fresh sweat, sex, andhimflooding my senses to the point where I was left spellbound and hiccupping on tears from the intensity of everything I was feeling.

“Will?” Soft fingertips threaded through my hair with a feather light touch. “Babe?”

“I missed you,” I choked out, burying my face deeper into the curve of his neck before continuing. “I missed this. I never even had it and I missed it.”

“I know what you mean,” he soothed with a whisper. “I'm here now. We’re here.”

Unable to form any words in response, I nodded and shifted only enough to hold him tighter in the cocoon of my body. Desperation to preserve our closeness kept me in that position until a muscle cramp forced me to loosen my grip and roll to the mattress beside him. Evidently driven by the same need for closeness, he followed my movements until he fit himself perfect against my chest, our legs becoming a tangle with the bedding we’d destroyed in the throes of our lovemaking.

No words were exchanged. There was too much to say, but nothing that needed to be said. I existed in a peaceful state of exchanging soft touches and tiny kisses as our breathing slowed and heart rates returned to normal. The serenity and rightness of it was so powerful, I was riding that liminal cusp between waking and sleeping when a clanging ringer I knew all too well cut through the quiet and sent my heart rate skyrocketing in an instant.

“Shit, sorry. I have to get that. I'm sorry.” I disentangled myself in a rush, pausing long enough to steal a kiss before tumbling from the bed to dig my phone out of my abandoned trousers.

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