Page 70 of After the Rain

Wade exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for days. “Yeah. I do.”

I reached for the hem of his shirt, moving slow—giving him every opportunity to pull away, even though I knew he wouldn’t. He raised his arms, his eyes never leaving mine, and I peeled it off him, baring the body I already knew but was still discovering in new ways every time.

Broad chest, dusted with dark hair. Solid muscle from years of labor, and tension vibrating beneath the surface like a taut string ready to snap.

My fingers traced across his chest, down the line of his sternum, following the path to his waistband. He shivered beneath my touch like he hadn’t just had my mouth on him two nights ago, like this was the first time again—but deeper, more dangerous.

“Your turn,” he murmured, voice lower now, a growl softened by affection.

He undressed me slowly, reverently, rediscovering every inch of my body like it was holy scripture. When his fingers found the compass inked on my ribs, he paused.

“You ever think it led you here. To me?”

I looked at him, heart full. “I don’t think it—Iknowit.”

He leaned down and kissed the ink, lips warm and lingering, and something unspoken cracked wide open between us.

We took our time, undressing each other piece by piece, building tension and reverence with every brush of fingers, every stolen breath. His whispered“God, you’re so fucking beautiful”sent a pulse of heat straight to my cock. My hands on his back earned low groans that made my restraint nearly shatter.

When we were finally bare, Wade guided me down onto the bed, our bodies falling into alignment like they were built to fit. Skin to skin. Chest to chest. Heart to heart.

“This isn’t just sex,” he whispered, brushing his mouth against mine. “Tonight... I want you to take me like Ibelongto you.”

I kissed him, slow and deep. “You already do.”

We moved together with heat and hunger, but beneath it was something softer. Deeper. His hands were everywhere—trembling slightly at first, then steady as he grew more sure of what he wanted. Me. Us.

When I slid down his body and took his cock in my mouth, he gasped and arched into me, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping the sheet like it could anchor him. His legs shook. His breath caught.

“Ezra—fuck—I’m not gonna last if you—” he hissed through gritted teeth, head thrown back, sweat already pearling at his temple.

I let him go with a soft pop and kissed my way up his trembling body. “Then don’t. We’ve got all night.”

He laughed breathlessly, but the smile faded when I reached between his legs, teasing him open with slick fingers. His thighs tensed, then relaxed as I worked him gently, watching his face for every flutter of pleasure, every flicker of surrender.

“I love watching you like this,” I murmured. “Letting me in. Letting me take care of you.”

“Feels too good,” he whispered. “You always make it feel too good.”

“You deserve good,” I said, voice rough. “You deserve to be worshipped.”

I stretched him carefully, easing in a second finger, then a third. His body took me so beautifully, his hole clenching around me, desperate for more.

“Ezra, please,” he begged, eyes dark with need. “I need your cock. Now.”

I lined myself up and pushed in slow, savoring every second as his body gave way, welcoming me with heat and tightness and a trembling groan that went straight to my soul.

Wade’s eyes fluttered open, wide and wild, mouth parted in awe. “Fuck.That’s what I needed. That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”

“I’ve got you,” I whispered, bracing over him as I sank deeper. “You feel so good—so fucking tight. You were made for this.”

We moved together in a rhythm that built with every stroke, every thrust, every breathless moan. I hit that spot inside him again and again, and every time I did, his whole body clenched around me, pulling me deeper.

The sound of our bodies meeting—wet, desperate, consuming—filled the room, matched only by the sounds he made: gasps, groans, whispered fragments of my name.

“I want to feel you come,” I said, reaching between us to stroke his cock. “I want to feel your body fall apart around my cock.”

He was already close—his body tightening, hips stuttering, eyes glazed.

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