Page 26 of Touch In Excess

Rami opened his eyes again. “I was hoping you would think I was beautiful. A lot of people do, but it doesn’t always make me feel good. You do though. You make me feel very good.”

“Yeah?”

Rami nodded and licked his lips. Straightening, he looked down at Skye’s lap, where it was obvious now that he was turned on. “I want to have an orgasm with you.”

Skye wondered how long it would be before Rami’s blunt honesty would stop being sostartling. He loved it, and a small part of him hoped it was never. He hoped he could have this for all the years he had left and that Rami would always make his heart jump just a little.

“We can do that. Tell me what you want to do with me.”

Rami bit his lip. “Kissing.”

“Easy,” Skye said with a grin.

“Rubbing,” Rami went on. “Over the clothes. Just over the clothes for now.” There was something on his face, something he was holding back.

Skye shifted closer. “Hey, sweetheart. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Rami quickly shook his head. “No. I…I mean, yes. I want to, but not yet.”

Skye bit his lip as he looked down at Rami’s crotch. He was hard. He had a very, very impressive bulge. “I can be patient for you.”

There was a long beat of silence and stillness, and then suddenly, Rami was grabbing at him, falling backward and pulling Skye on top of him. Their kisses turned desperate, frantic, Rami’s hands searching Skye like he didn’t know where to land.

Skye felt like devouring him, the feeling in his chest intense and almost painful, and he had to break away, gasping for air as he regained some semblance of control. “I want you.”

Rami nodded.

“I really,reallywant you.”

There was a look of regret—something almost like heartbreak—in Rami’s eyes, and Skye immediately knew where he’d gone wrong.

“Not like that, darling,” Skye said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I don’t want more than what you can give me. I just…I don’t have the words to explain this feeling I get when I touch you. It’s never happened to me before with anyone.”

Rami stared for a long time. He swallowed heavily, his jaw working, but no sounds came out.

“Do you need a moment?”

Rami dislodged one of his hands and tapped his lips, shaking his head.

“Can’t speak?”

Rami nodded.

“Do you need to stop?”

Rami’s head shook so hard his eyes wobbled a little when he stopped, and Skye grinned down at him.

“Okay. Well, you can sign if you need to, but if you can’t do that either, just tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, okay?”

Rami’s eyes widened, but after a second, he nodded, a little less hectic this time.

“And I’d like to touch your skin. Not here,” Skye said, running his hand over the front of Rami’s tented jeans. “But maybe here?” He pressed the tips of his fingers over Rami’s hip, just above his waistline.

Rami swallowed heavily again, then nodded and reached down, carefully rucking up his shirt. Skye watched the slow drag of the fabric, the revelation of his skin—rich brown, smooth, a little hairy by his stomach, and his mouth watered.

He surged in to kiss Rami again, but this time, he trailed his lips downward, over his throat, dragging over the shirt still covering most of his chest, and then to his exposed stomach. Rami groaned loudly, his hips thrusting upward as Skye’s hands worked to get to his body.

He didn’t go too low, but he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his jeans to taste the cut of his hip as best he could. His skin was warm and salty, rough yet soft. Skye’s own cock began to throb, and he rocked himself gently against Rami’s leg as he scraped Rami’s hip with his teeth.

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