Page 90 of Gin & Sin

“And the morning after that?”

“And the morning after that.”

“God, I love you.”

With that, he lets loose, slamming his hips into mine and adjusting to find that perfect angle to hit me just right. I cling tohis shoulders, straining my neck to kiss his jaw and his mouth, wrapping my body around his like an octopus.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Stewart.”

“You feel so perfect, Kit. So right for me.”

“Made for you,” he grunts as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and gently bites me.

My cock rubs against his belly, hard and leaking, and as my balls pull close to my body, I claw at his back, the two of us in a blissful rhythm that carries me straight over the edge. I shout his name as my cock twitches and a powerful orgasm rattles my body.

“Oh fuck,” Kit yells. “Stewart.”

His hold around me tightens as he tenses and his cock swells deep inside me. He looks like something straight out of my dreams with his brow creased and his face a picture of ecstasy. He keeps his eyes open, gazing down at me with his lips parted as we both ride through the intensity of our orgasms, and when it finally slows, he collapses in my arms.

I keep myself wrapped around him, trembling from the experience. I had no fucking idea sex could be like this. I could lament all the time wasted, but I won’t. I’m going to stay here in the present, soaking up every second of what I have now.

After a few minutes, I loosen my grip, and Kit gently rolls off of me. I flinch as his cock slides out of me, but the throbbing soreness left behind brings a smile to my lips.

“Stay,” he says. “Be right back.”

“As if I could move.”

He chuckles, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. When he returns, he’s got a warm cloth he uses to wipe me up.

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“I’m the top. It’s my job.”

“Good to know in case you let me top you again.”

“Oh I will, gorgeous.”

He scoots in closer, holding me in his arms as I lay my head on his chest.

“This is nice.”

I feel Kit nod. “It’s perfect. You’re happy, right?”

“Over the moon.”

“Good.”

As we lie in silence, my thoughts swirl around the future and the possibilities, but it’s December, which means…

“Christmas is coming.” I tickle my fingers through Kit’s chest hair. “Now that we’re an item, can I make a request?”

“Of course.” He rolls slightly to his side. “I’m all ears.”

“Can we skip meeting the family and gift giving pressure and do something romantic instead?”

Relief spreads over his face. “Absolutely.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “You’re not out yet, are you?”

I shake my head. “Nope, and while I’m not really worried about it, I don’t think it would be cool to just drop it on everyone.”

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