Page 82 of Beauty and the Beard

He still trembles and I’m not sure if it’s because of his orgasm or something else. Something more profound than his confidence in the bedroom shifted within him today.

“Do you want to get all this showered off?”

Sasha shakes his head and scrunches his eyebrows together.

“No. I want to ride this.” He reaches back to squeeze my dick. “I want you to scream my name and beg me to stop.”

“Jesus…”

“No, he’s not here. But I bet I can take you to see his dad.”

I laugh at his playfulness. His sex-filled smirk is everything.

“Are there neighbours we need to be concerned with hearing all this?”

He shrugs and reaches for the lube. “Who cares?”

I’d laugh if he didn’t already have his slippery hand around my cock. He’s intent on watching my reaction to everything he does. While he touches and kisses everywhere with confidence, his eyes carry a soft worry. Almost like he doesn’t want me to be displeased with a single thing. And I want to make it my mission for him to never doubt his actions in or out of the bedroom about who he is. Or what he means to me.

“I want you up here, beauty. Actually, can we change spots?”

“As long as I still have your dick in me, we can go anywhere.”

Shaking my head as I sit and swing myself off his bed, I double check for what I saw earlier and smile.

There’s a padded bench at the end of the bed that will work perfectly.

“Get your fine ass over here and sit on my lap like you promised.”

With a squeak that’s reminiscent of aMuppet, he scrambles off the bed to join me. I’ve lounged back, legs spread, and hold my hard cock for him. “Make yourself comfortable.”

With a lick of his lips, he kneels over me and lowers himself slowly. Sasha stares into my face, incredulous, before testing how it feels to move. We both groan. He does it again and bites his lip.

“Shit, Leaf… this is… incredible.”

A rosy glow forms on his cheeks as he rocks on my dick. Sweat shines on his forehead and he’s the most beautiful man in the world. And he’s mine. “So are you. Don’t stop.”

He finds a rhythm, bracing his hands on my chest, and sets his own pace. Sliding a hand through his hair, I pull him down to my mouth. In between kisses, I whisper on soft breaths how fucking amazing he is. How I’m looking forward to building something with him. A new life. A new future. How incredibly gone for him I am.

Everything I thought I’d lost is now found again, and I don’t think he knows how much it means to me. To have my heart follow another after all these years feels like I get a second chance at living again. A new purpose.

“I’m gonna come again.” He throws his head back as he coats my stomach with his release. Completely spent, he sags against me.

Gripping his hips in place, I come with his name on my lips and a groan sure to be heard through the walls, just like he wanted.

Panting and boneless, he rests his forehead on mine.

“Thank you.” He whispers with a soft kiss. “I can’t put into words what having you here means to me. And this, this was more than just a fuck. This was something more and I think you know that.”

I rub my nose along his.

“I do. I don’t want to see the worry in your eyes. Never with me. If you want something from me, say the word. I will never make you feel like less and I’ll certainly never use you.” I kiss him again, revelling in the tender moment and all we’ve been through to get here.

“I know you won’t. Be patient if I sometimes forget, though? Brains are a tricky thing.”

He rests his head against my shoulder with a small huff, and I kiss his neck.

“Of course. And you’ll be just as patient with me if I slip back to my old ways.”

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