Page 77 of Waiting for a Prince
Mark froze as his dick pulsed, long threads of white which coated Sam’s chest, reaching as far as his chin. Mark shook as he gave himself over to his orgasm, letting it roll over him in a relentless tide. He dropped his head down to Sam’s shoulder andkissed the warm skin of Sam’s neck, before moving upward to meet that beautiful mouth.
Sam responded to his kisses with a feverish intensity as his body jolted through the last of his climax. Mark could feel the tremors that shook him, and he covered Sam with his body, holding him close as they rode out the aftershocks together, Sam’s cock still buried inside him.
“Love you,” Sam gasped out, his arms coming up to wrap around Mark, clutching at his back. Mark kissed Sam’s lips, cheeks, forehead, a carpet of kisses that didn’t come close to sharing the enormity of what Mark was going through. He whimpered as Sam’s softened dick slipped from his body. Sam’s answering low cry was an echo of his own.
Sam pulled the condom from him carefully, tied it and dropped it to the floor, before grabbing Mark in a tight embrace. “That was incredible.” He stroked Mark’s face with his fingertips.
When Mark found his voice, he whispered, “I loved it. Having you make love to me was….” He smiled. “I’m sorry. You were right after all. Sex scrambles my brain. Exceptthatwasphenomenalsex.” Sam’s blush was adorable. “And wewillbe doing that again.”
“We don’t have to.” Sam looked at him through his eyelashes. “I mean, if you’re happy to top, I’mmorethan happy to bottom.” His cheeks heated up. “I love having you inside me.”
Mark cupped his chin. “Me too. But you just opened a new door for me. I never knew it could feel so good.” He kissed Sam tenderly on the lips and snuggled closer. “Thank you.”
The soft glow in Sam’s eyes said so much. The whispered words that followed said it all.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Mark relished the lassitude which spread through him, a feeling he’d never encountered. It had been more than sex. He couldn’t explain it. Words simply weren’t enough. He wrapped his arms around Sam and let himself be lulled by the hypnotic sound of Sam’s breathing.
Mark held him close, enjoying the moment. The real world lay beyond his front door, but there was plenty of time to make plans.
Later.
Right now he could only think of a lifetime stretched out before him of days and nights with the beautiful man in his arms. He wondered if that would be enough time to show Sam just how much he loved him.
Probably not.
Epilogue
One year later
Sam gavethe flat one final glance. “I think we’re ready.” Mum was due to arrive any second now. Then a thought occurred to him, and he dashed over to the couch, plunging his hands between the cushions.
When his fingers brushed something hard, he groaned.
“Mark? You got a sec?”
Mark came into the living room. “What’s up?”
“I thought you said you’d done this room?”
“I did,” Mark remonstrated. “It’s clean and tidy, isn’t it?”
Sam bit his lip. “Yes, but it still has a few added extras I wouldn’t want my mum to find.” He held the bottle of lube and the dildo.
Mark flushed. “Oops?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “You did hideallthe lube?” He stilled. “You took the waterproof stuff out of the shower, didn’t you?”
Mark folded his arms. “Sam, we’ve been together how long? Do you really expect her to believe we’re not having sex on every flat surface in this place?” He chuckled. “I swear, you’re like this every time she visits.” He came over to where Sam stoodand put his arms around him. “Breathe.” He glanced at their surroundings. “Because how can you stress with that view?”
Their flat was on the Ryde Esplanade, looking out across the Solent. The top floor apartment came with two Juliet balconies, one in the living room and another in their bedroom. Sam would have preferred to live someplace on West Wight, but it had made more sense to stay in Ryde. Sonia’s salon was five minutes away, and the rent was fair.
Let’s face it. Nowhere on this island is all that far.He’d laughed the first time Mark had grumbled about having to go all the way to Newport.
Sam took a deep breath. “You sound like Dave.” His therapist was always telling Sam to breathe.
