Page 106 of Romance Languages

I slid the rest of the way in.

“Very full.” He bit his lip as he unleashed a wild groan that bellowed in the room.

“Yeah, baby. This is heaven.” I was stretching out every second of this moment, imprinting it in my brain.

And then he found the light switch. He flipped to his animal self, his eyes zeroing in on me.

“Just like that. Fuck, give me that big dick. Destroy me, Seamus. Yes.” He threw his head back onto the bed, thrusting his ass up to meet my humps.

What happened next was a sputter of still images collected together, tiny moments I’d remember forever. I thrust into him, still slow, our bodies connecting in rhythm. I kissed him more, his cock pressing into my stomach, which only made me go faster. He dug his nails into my back. We were panting, sweaty messes, limbs tangled together, hearts locked in.

I ran my hands over his hairy chest, savoring being with a man.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close,” he said.

I’d been close since the moment we walked into the apartment. I pumped him faster, harder, heat and desire driving me. I reached between us and stroked his leaking cock, thick and pulsating.

“Fuck. That’s it. Please don’t stop, Seamus. Please don’t stop. I’m coming. I’m coming.” He sprayed out desperate words as his hole clamped around my dick and his release filled the close quarters between our chests. Julian let out an intense howl of need as he emptied himself.

I wasn’t far behind. My balls drew up as my body went into overdrive, the orgasm coming fast. I emptied myself into the condom and collapsed onto his soaked chest, the electric smile on his face telling me he liked it.

Of course he did, my dirty smart man.

We caught our breath. I glanced at the alarm clock. It was 10:32.

“We did it. With just over an hour to spare until your birthday.” I was a man who always got the job done. “How do you feel?”

He pulled me down to him for a kiss, his fingers slinking around my sweaty hair. His salty lips sent sparks down my sides.

“I feel like I’m going to want to do that again in a few hours.”

* * *

A few hours later,we did it again, and then almost did it again in the shower. Soap did not make for good lubricant, yet we still found other ways to entertain ourselves.

I woke up the next morning with Julian in my arms.

I breathed in the clean scent of his back. Julian had tried putting on a shirt, underwear, and pajama pants when we climbed into bed for the last time. I strictly forbade it. I wanted to feel his bare skin against mine as we slept.

My morning wood poked into his ass, but I resisted the urge for a third round. Julian looked tired. Let the man rest.

I got up, slipped on my boxers, and crept into the kitchen. I had a feeling Julian would want me to have some clothing on near food. I poured myself a glass of water and got a pot of coffee brewing.

Our phones were charging side by side on the counter, as cute a couple as their owners.

My phone buzzed with an unexpected call. Lauren. Was it weird to speak to your ex-girlfriend after having sex with your new boyfriend?

“Uh, hey,” I said, moving as far away from the bedroom as possible and keeping my voice low.

“Hey, Seamus. Sorry for calling so early.” Lauren was also speaking in hushed tones.

“Don’t apologize. I’m up.”

“Actually, I did call to apologize. My brother told me that he went over to your place the other night and got a little physical. I’m really upset with him for doing that. He went there behind my back.”

“It’s all good. He roughed me up, but I could take it,” I said with a grin. The memory of the altercation shook me up, but she didn’t need to know.

“I told him we have an arrangement for you paying me back. You’ve never missed a payment. He shouldn’t have butted in.”

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