Page 78 of Protecting Mr. Fine

I opened my mouth to tease him, to tell him he was alright, but then I realized he was having a moment of vulnerability and insecurity. I took a breath. “I more than like you, Zane. And I’m not ready for this to end.”

His smile was a mix of relief and happiness. “Same.”

He reached out to caress my face, tracing my eyebrows and cheekbones while I continued to stretch him. “You’re going to tell me if it’s too much,” I warned. “If I need to slow down or stop.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not a child.”

“I should fucking hope not,” I growled, pressing farther inside his body and making him gasp. “Do you want me to stop giving a shit about your comfort?”

“No.” His expression softened. “I like that you care about me.”

I brushed the messy hair back from his face and leaned in to kiss him while finally lining myself up with his hole. He pulled his legs back and held himself behind the knees, but his insecurity reared its head again. “Tell me what to do.”

His tight channel strangled my cock as I began to push inside. Instead of answering him, I groaned and closed my eyes as hefinally relaxed enough to let me in. “Fuck, Z. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Bear,” he whimpered, squeezing around me. “Oh god. You’re fucking huge.”

I opened my eyes and watched him while pulling back and pushing forward and encouraging him to relax and keep breathing. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

I’d never done this before. Never felt the tight clasp of a hot body around my cock. The fact that it was Zane, that it was the man I loved more than anyone else in the world, overwhelmed me. I clenched my jaw against the onslaught of emotions.

“You’re doing great,” I said, barely hanging on to my self-control. Belatedly, I realized his own cock had wilted a bit with the intrusion. I reached for the lube and managed to slick my hand up again before shuttling my fist over his cock. It hardened in my hand, causing him to gasp. His breathing stuttered. He let go of his legs and wrapped them around my back, reaching down to grip my hand and move it the way he needed.

Heat buffeted the space between us. Sounds of shallow pants and muffled grunts and cries filled the air. Zane’s face was flushed and his eyes glazed. How was it possible he could be even more attractive to me? How was it possible for me to love him more than I already did?

“Want you to come, baby,” I begged. “Need you to come. I can’t…”

His grip jerked over mine, and I felt the warmth of his release on my fingers. The tang of it filled the air and mixed with the scent of our combined sweat.

Being like this with him was intoxicating, overwhelming.

“Baby, fuck.” Now, I was the one whimpering as my orgasm grabbed hold of me and took over, sending pleasure rolling through me as I thrust deep inside him. I groaned and shuddered, trying not to fall on top of him and almost failing.

Zane’s hands moved to my back, my neck, my shoulders as he pressed kisses into my upper chest and throat.

I opened my eyes and stared down at him, only seeing the tangled mess of hair on top of his head and the reddened tip of his nose as he nuzzled into me.

My voice came out scratchy and gruff when I spoke. “Tell me I can stay.”

He looked up at me. “You’re not weirded out by all the things I told you?”

“Maybe I like being weirded out,” I teased, moving off him so I didn’t squash him. “Maybe I want more of it.”

He grinned up at the ceiling before turning his megawatt smile on me. “Maybe that makes you the weird one and not me.”

The lucky one, I thought.I’m the lucky one.

We eventually moved off the bed to clean up. His sheets were a tangled, sweaty mess, so we moved into my room and settled back into a clean bed.

Zane snuggled into me, resting his head on my shoulder and teasing my chest hair with his fingertips.

After a while I confessed to overhearing him talking to Kenji about charitable contributions early in my time with him. “I knew you had lots of money, but I also knew you were generous. Since then, I see it everywhere, even though you try to hide some of it. At the time, I worried because you seemed to be giving it all away.”

“I do give it all away,” he said. “All the ETC money anyway. The Zee Barlo money I’m more selfish about.”

“Selfish,” I said on a laugh. “Yes, that’s you. You give away hundreds of millions of dollars, and you’re selfish. Zane,fuck.”

He flicked my nipple. Hard. “Hush. You know what I mean.”

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