Page 130 of By the Pint

“That’s okay, though,” he said, having read my thought. “We have an eternity to do this.”

“Do you think we’ll ever get bored?”

“No chance.”

For a few moments, we simply held each other. Our bodies connected but not moving. Enjoying the feel of his cool skin against mine. Enjoying the press of his flesh against mine. His fingers on my lower back. His scent in my nostrils. His eyes on mine.

“I really, really love you,” I whispered, and my hips began rocking between his legs, almost as though I couldn’t stop them. “I want to tear you apart now.”

“Finally, thank fuck.”

At first, my thrusts were gentle, slow, methodical. Dima cradled my face between his hands so he could watch me as a cried out with each movement. But they rapidly built, and all too soon, I found myself balancing on the edge of my orgasm. Ready to fall. Knowing that falling would be the sweetest release from the most incredible torture, but not wanting to fall. Wanting to delay it. To balance all night on this cliff with Dima.

His cries were getting louder, more desperate. His cock leaked pre-cum onto our stomachs. Using his telekinesis, he forced a gap between our bodies and snaked his hand down, wrapping it around himself and pumping his fist.

I’m gonna come. I can’t hold out much longer,he said into my mind.

Let me watch you. I need to see you come.

I fucking love you.

Milliseconds later, his mouth fell open, his chin jutted upwards, and the sound of his orgasm filled the room. Shook the walls. His release fired between us, and I could do nothing — absolutely nothing — to stop myself from tumbling over that peak with him. I erupted inside him, crying out and filling him over and over.

Afterwards, I lay next to him and summoned the nearest cloth item to wipe down our stomachs and his thighs. A towel, nice. And I pulled him into the space between my chest and armpit.

“Another good thing about being a vampire,” Dima said, his voice a little croaky. “Is we don’t need as much recovery time as humans.”

I kissed him.You wanna go all night?

I do,he said matter-of-factly.But I just want to hold you like this for a while. Is that okay?

You’re the boss.I kissed him again and let my hands roam over the naked planes of his body. “Hey, there’s a telly in this room. I bet it gets the sports channels. Can we watch the wingball for a while?”

Dima whined. “Oh, man, do we have to?”

“Yes. Haha.” I zoomed the TV remote into my palm and turned it on. It was already on the sports channel.

Dima pushed himself into a seated position. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you.” He held out his hand and floated an envelope from … well, judging by the time it took to reach us, his suitcases downstairs. It was a fancy-looking envelope, thick, made from quality card stock. It had already been opened.

“So,” he began. He chewed on his lip and I realised he was nervous. “My flatmate—ex-flatmate, Mal, is retiring soon, and he’s having a big party in Remy to celebrate and I wondered if … if you were ready to meet him. Them. All of my old flatmates.” Dima offered me the most adorably shy smile.

I sat up too. “You mean I can meet your family?”

“Our family.”

My heart jumped about in my chest. I didn’t answer him. Not with words, anyway. Instead, I threaded my fingers into his hair and brought my mouth down to his.

Our family.

It had a nice ring to it.

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