Page 53 of Simply Perfection
“You want to make love to me, Niall?”
Niall’s body twisted so they were facing each other, his eyes wide and mouth agape.
“You’d do that?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Well, I didn’t think you liked it or something. We’ve never … you’ve always been in the driver’s seat.”
“We did fall into those roles, didn’t we? I do like it. Not as much as you or Trevor, but sometimes … Sure.”
Matt rolled onto his back and brought Niall over the top of him. He spread his legs, and Niall’s hips nestled perfectly into the cradle of Matt’s body. Niall stretched his frame out as much as possible and his lips landed on Matt’s neck.
“Tell me we’re not doing something wrong here,” Niall beseeched into Matt’s ear.
“Why would it be wrong? We need to share our love as much tonight as we do every night, more in fact. I need to feel your touch. I need to know at least one of the men I love is safe and here in my arms. Love me, Niall.”
“Forever.Yo mutah mutunutah … wipikutah.”
“That’s beautiful. What does it mean?”
“It comes from the father of my people, Sachem Uncas. Its literal translation means, this heart is not my heart … but your heart.”
Matt gasped as Niall sucked on his neck. “Very … very poetic man.”
“Mm’hm,” Niall murmured as he placed kisses down Matt’s chest.
Matt’s cock filled, and he felt Niall’s similar response against his hip. Niall’s fingers played with Matt’s nipples, the nubs not nearly as sensitive as Trevor’s but plenty responsive to the stimulation. Niall’s mouth moved over every inch of Matt’s body. No nook or cranny went unexplored, no hill or valley unconquered. Matt’s hands touched Niall wherever he could reach. Silken hair threaded through his hands, smooth skin glided beneath the tips of his fingers. Niall got Matt to roll ontohis stomach, and those magical lips started their journey all over again.
Matt slowly went insane. When Niall’s fingers finally traced over the curve of his buttocks, he pushed into the touch. He needed those fingers inside him. Long, elegant artist’s fingers able to capture stark beauty or help a victim heal beyond their pain with one snap.
“Where’s the lube, love?”
“Bathroom. Got a fresh bottle the other day.”
When Niall’s heat left Matt’s back, he moaned. He should have put the lube in the bedside drawer. What had he been thinking?
Niall returned in less than a minute. Matt turned his head and saw one of the most perfect bodies in his existence. Niall stood in the doorway. He carried a candle Matt remembered stashing in the bathroom in case the power went out. The flickering flame danced over skin dusky with the heritage of Niall’s people, except for two white scars across his chest. The two tattoos were dark shadows beneath his skin, Niall’s past as much a part of him as his present. Matt ideally wondered if Niall would get another tattoo to symbolize his, Trevor’s and Matt’s love. Sleek curves of toned muscle sat beneath naturally smooth skin.
Niall closed the distance between them. He placed the candle in its holder on the bedside table, then climbed back onto the bed. Matt felt Niall’s warm skin against him again, their bodies touching but not yet united. Matt groaned as he realized he needed this more than he’d expected. He needed to be claimed by his men, as much as he’d claimed them in the beginning. He wanted to experience this for the rest of his life.
Matt had never craved the feel of another man inside him until now. All he could think about was Niall’s cock inside his body. Cool lube landed on top of Matt’s hole. The fingers he’d craved now massaged the gel into his hot skin. One finger pushed inside, and Matt’s hands clenched in the sheets. He spread hislegs a little wider, arching up into the penetration. It burned, but Matt had never been afraid to play with fire. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this. A year ago? Year and a half?
The first bite faded, and Matt arched up for more. Niall didn’t add a second right away. Instead, that finger explored Matt’s channel, smoothing up and down the walls that rippled with tension. Matt lay flat on the bed, and Niall angled his finger downwards, sliding right across Matt’s gland. A guttural moan escaped as a spike of pleasure poured from every cell of his body. Matt’s muscles quivered as he tightened around Niall’s digit.
Matt’s body stretched to accommodate the second invader. The burn was back, deeper, a throb that caused Matt to hunger for more. Niall’s breaths came in short gasps from behind Matt. Matt’s cock strained against the sheets and pre-cum dampened the fabric. Niall played Matt’s body as a virtuoso played their instrument, his touch hitting that spot inside, stoking the fire churning in Matt’s body.
“Please, Niall. Want you. Need you.”
“I know, love. I can see you. Your back is gleaming with sweat, your body opening to accept mine. I see. I see everything you are, everything you have been, everything you will become.”
Niall’s fingers left and Matt missed the touch almost immediately, but he knew what was coming. He’d been there, in that moment right before he entered another man’s body. The anticipation of how tightly that body below you will clasp around your cock. The excitation of thousands of nerve endings, sending signals to your brain in that first moment you push your way inside, telling you it was perfection personified.
Niall closed Matt’s legs, his knees resting on the bed outside Matt’s legs. The penetration was slow. It was everything Matt remembered and yet nothing he’d ever experienced. No man before had ever filled him the way Niall did. Niall settled hisbody on top of Matt’s. Skin to skin, Niall rocked into Matt over and over. His cock dragged across Matt’s prostate with every thrust. Niall’s power came from his tempered strength. Matt loved that power, wanted it, wanted everything Niall had to give him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the rush of feelings. Every thrust echoed in his body as Niall moved within him.
The long, slow lovemaking was exactly what Matt needed. It reaffirmed his connection to Niall; it gave him the peace that had been absent since the moment Trevor’s hand slipped from his grasp so many hours ago. Almost twelve now, twelve hours since he’d lost hisbello. Silent tears trickled from the corners of Matt’s eyes. Niall’s hands linked with his and squeezed.
“I have you, love. It’s okay, let it go. Let it go.”
