Page 94 of Honorable Convictions
It wasn’t the most gracious invitation, but it wasn’t one Mitchell would ever pass up either, so he pulled away his hand as did Pierson. “Roll over.”
With a huff, Pierson clambered around until he was in position. “Come here, Mitch, and love me.”
Smiling, Mitchell shuffled toward his other half and grabbed his dick. Lining himself up with Pierson’s ready hole, he pushed inside. Moving slow but steady, Mitchell didn’t stop until he was fully seated. Leaning forward, Pierson’s arms went around him when he was close enough to kiss. Their tongues tangled, and there was only tenderness as they started the ancient dance of thrusting for mutual fulfillment.
Fingers digging into his damp skin, the tempo increased slightly, and he changed his angle. Continuing to make tiny adjustments, he nipped Pierson’s lip until a moan reverberated through his mate, telling Mitchell that he was nailing him in the perfect spot. Satisfied that he was loving Pierson well, he picked up the pace and pulled away far enough to glimpse his desire.
His cheeks flushed, Pierson was gorgeous beneath him. “Look at me,” he ordered quietly. It took a few moments for him to comply, and there was nothing but need staring back at him. “I love you. I will for eternity. You and me forever, okay?”
“I promise,” Pierson answered breathlessly. “Love you too.”
More than satisfied with his response, Mitchell took him securely in his arms and buried his face in his neck. Thrusting with ever-increasing speed, Pierson’s movements grew erratic, signaling that he was close. That suited Mitchell, who was fighting to keep himself from falling over the edge. Somehow, he managed to get Pierson’s earlobe between his teeth, and as soon as he bit gently, his mate’s hole clenched around his dick and his muscles tensed.
Pierson’s climax left Mitchell with no choice but to follow. Groaning, he filled his warm channel. His hips pistoned forward once more; then they stopped moving. Just as he’d always imagined, Pierson redefined all he knew of life and love. Holding him close, he murmured words of adoration.
“I’m glad you didn’t let me finish sucking you off,” Pierson eventually said, his hands drifting down across Mitchell in a soothing rhythm that could lull him to sleep if he allowed it.
“I had a good plan.”
“Thank you.”
Mitchell extricated himself to meet Pierson’s eyes. “What are you thanking me for?”
“Everything, I guess. For convincing me that getting a separation agreement was the wrong thing for us.”
“Quite literally the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
“It seemed apt then.”
“I guess it’s your good luck that I’m stubborn.”
“That trait does come in handy on occasion.”
“I’m glad I came inside you.”
“Don’t talk dirty, I’m trying to be romantic.”
“Blondie, talking about separation agreements is never romantic.”
“I was trying to apologize and to thank you for believing in us. I think that would rate very high on anyone’s romance scale.”
“Time and place, Pierce. This is neither of those things.”
“Whatever. I’m glad I’m with you is all I’m saying.”
“Who else could possibly compare to me anyway?”
“Is that one of those questions I can think about and get back to you on?”
“Nope. I like my name written on your arm. I tried to stare at it all afternoon.”
“And here I thought it was me you were gazing so fondly at.”
Mitchell chuckled and kissed him. “Fooled you, didn’t I?”
“You’ve done that more than once. I’m glad you didn’t hate me, though.”
“I never hated you. Not for a single minute. I was just very good at wasting years and pushing you away.”
