Page 49 of Tameron

“So, are we good?”

“We’re good.”

The relief that washed over Dayton’s face was palpable. “I’m glad you came over. I missed you.”

My cheeks heated. “I missed you too.”

Dayton’s smile widened. “That’s good to hear. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something else. I mentioned you to my father, and he and the rest of my family would love to meet you. Would you be up for that?”

Meet them? Oh Jesus, they were all Deaf. That meant doing all communication in ASL. I wasn’t ready for that. “That’s really intimidating,” I said, my hands trembling slightly. “My ASL is nowhere near good enough for that.”

Dayton’s expression softened. “I understand that. It can be overwhelming, but I promise they’re all very nice and understanding. They won’t judge you if you make a mistake or don’t understand something. They’ll be patient with you.”

I bit my lip, considering his words. It would be a good opportunity to practice my ASL and get more comfortable with it. And if Dayton’s family was anything like him, they would be kind and welcoming. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Dayton’s face lit up with a smile. “Great. I’ll set something up and let you know the details.”

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

“So, what do you want to do now? We could watch a movie, talk, or, you know, engage in some more exploring… Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

I considered his options, then smiled. “I think I’d like to do some more exploring.”

Dayton’s eyes darkened with desire. “I’d like that too.”

He leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and gentle against mine. I melted into him, my hands coming up to grip his shirt. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, and I moaned into his mouth.

We fell back onto the bed, me stretched out on my back and Dayton settling on top of me. I really liked having his weight on me, his strong body pinning me down. Dayton’s fingers traced the planes of my chest, skimming over my nipples and making me gasp. I tugged at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine.

He sat up just enough to pull his shirt over his head, then helped me remove mine. For a moment, we just stared at each other, taking in the sight of newly exposed flesh. My eyes were drawn to the large burn scar that spanned Dayton’s stomach. Without thinking, I reached out to touch it, my fingers ghosting over the uneven skin.

Dayton shivered but didn’t pull away. “Got that on the job a few years back,” he explained softly.

“It only adds to your beauty,” I said without thinking, maybe giving away more than I should have.

But Dayton’s eyes shone with emotion, so I didn’t regret it. He pulled me close and claimed my mouth in a searing kiss that left me breathless. His hands started wandering again, exploring my skin. His fingers skimmed down my sides, making me shiver and arch into his touch. I was already achingly hard, my cock straining against my jeans.

Dayton rolled his hips, pressing his own hardness against mine and drawing a moan from my throat. I wanted him so badly. Wanted to feel every inch of his body against mine, skin to skin, with nothing between us.

As if reading my mind, Dayton’s hands went to the button of my jeans, popping it open and slowly dragging down the zipper. I lifted my hips to help him tug them off, leaving me in just my boxers. Dayton hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled my boxers down my legs, finally freeing my aching erection. I gasped as the cool air hit my heated flesh.

Dayton’s gaze was molten as it raked over my body, taking in every detail. “God, you’re perfect,” he murmured reverently.

His large hands slid up my thighs, thumbs brushing tantalizingly close to where I needed him most. I squirmed impatiently, silently begging him to touch me. Dayton seemed content to take his time, though, hands exploring every inch of exposed skin, mapping out the planes of my body like he was committing me to memory. His touch left trails of fire in its wake, my nerves singing with pleasure.

When his fingers finally wrapped around my straining cock, I couldn’t hold back the broken moan that spilled from my lips. He stroked me slowly, grip firm and sure as he worked me from base to tip. I was already leaking, clear fluid beading at the slit. Dayton swiped his thumb through it, spreading the slickness and making me shudder. His calloused hand on my most sensitive flesh felt so good.

He set a steady rhythm, working me from base to tip as his other hand reached down to cup and massage my balls. It felt incredible, better than anything I’d ever experienced. But I needed more. I needed all of him.

“Dayton…” I panted. “Want to feel you… Please…”

He released me, ignoring my whine of protest, and quickly shed his own jeans and underwear. Then he was back, settlingbetween my spread thighs, our cocks aligned. He rolled his hips, sliding against me, and we both groaned at the delicious friction. I reached up to grip his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as he started to move faster, thrusting against me.

The pleasure was indescribable, our slick flesh sliding together in the most intimate way. Dayton shifted, changing the angle slightly, and suddenly, he was rubbing right over that sensitive spot behind my balls with every thrust. I cried out, back arching off the bed as shockwaves of bliss radiated through me.

“That’s it, let me hear you,” Dayton growled, picking up the pace.

I was so close already, my body wound tight and quivering on the edge. Dayton could tell. He reached between us, taking both our cocks in his large hand and stroking in time with his thrusts. It only took a few more pumps of his fist before I came undone, my release pulsing out over his fingers with a silent scream.

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