Page 58 of After the Rain

We undressed each other between kisses and whispered touches, clothes falling in quiet rustles to the floor. When Wade’s boxers slid down his hips and pooled at his feet, he hesitated, vulnerable in a way I’d never seen.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, letting my gaze trail down his body, taking in the thick length of his cock, flushed and heavy, already starting to curve toward his stomach. “You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I’m not nervous about you,” he said. “I’m nervous about me. I want to be good for you.”

“You already are.”

I stepped back and reached for the nightstand, opening the drawer where he’d clearly stashed the lube—unscented, practical, thoughtful. My heart clenched. He’d really thought this through.

“I’ll take care of you,” I said, voice low as I knelt on the bed, holding out my hand. “Come here.”

Wade climbed up beside me, his skin brushing mine, eyes locked to mine as if he was watching for any sign of hesitation. I kissed him again, longer this time, and let my hand wrap around his cock—just enough pressure to make him groan into my mouth.

He was hard and hot, pulsing against my palm.

His hand found me next, tentative fingers wrapping around my cock, mirroring my touch with growing confidence.

“This okay?” he asked.

“More than okay,” I murmured, letting my hips roll into his grip. “You feel incredible.”

We lay tangled together, kissing and touching, trading quiet moans and whispered encouragement. When I slid a slick hand down his body and circled his entrance, Wade froze for just a second.

“I want to feel it,” he said, voice hoarse. “I want to feel you.”

“I’ll go slow,” I promised.

I kissed my way down his body, savoring every new sound he made—each one breaking freer, rawer, more honest. When I took him in my mouth, his whole body jerked and he gasped, hand fisting in the sheets.

“Ezra—fuck—” He hissed through his teeth, hips twitching under my hold. “That’s… Jesus…”

I worked him slowly, letting him get used to the feeling, to the weight of my mouth around his cock, the way my tongue teased under the head. His taste bloomed on my tongue, salty and clean and wholly Wade.

By the time I pulled back, he was panting, glazed with sweat, eyes nearly black with need.

“Turn over for me,” I whispered, kissing the inside of his thigh. “Trust me.”

He did, shifting onto his stomach, then glancing back with a mix of desire and nervous anticipation. I leaned over him, pressing kisses along his spine, down the slope of his back, until I reached the curve of his ass.

He tensed again as I parted him, lube slick on my fingers.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured, voice low and steady. “Just breathe.”

When my finger pressed against his hole, I felt him suck in a breath, then slowly exhale as I slipped inside. Tight heat gripped me, and I stilled, waiting for him to adjust.

“Okay?” I asked, brushing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Feels weird. Good. Keep going.”

I worked him open with patience, listening to the soft groans that escaped his lips, watching the tension bleed out of his muscles as his body welcomed the slow stretch. When I curled my finger, searching until I found the spot that made his hips jerk forward, he choked on a moan.

“Holy shit—do that again.”

I grinned and obeyed, adding a second finger, then a third, coaxing him open with care. He was shaking with need by the time I withdrew my hand and reached for the condom, sliding it on with practiced ease.

Wade turned to look at me, his face flushed, hair damp. “I want to see you.”

So I turned him onto his back, lifting his knees gently as I lined myself up, pressing the head of my cock to his slick hole.

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