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“You feel like heaven,” I inform him, pulling my finger most of the way out before sliding it back in again. I avoid his prostate, not wanting to rush this part, and knowing that will only make this end faster. I don’t want this to be a flash that he can easily move past. I want him to burn slowly with me until we’re both rubble and ash. And then I want us to rise again, stronger together.
“Love having you inside me,” Steve replies, long eyelashes brushing his cheeks as his eyes flutter closed. My gaze alternates between his face and the place where I’m breaching him as I add a second finger. This one goes in just as easily as the first, so I start to twist and scissor them, making sure he’ll be ready to take me. “Feels so full. So good.”
My chest also feels full, like a hot-air balloon expanding inside me and lifting me up, at the way Steve is accepting me. Letting me in. Regardless of what has happened in the past, he’s letting me in, both to his body and to his life, and hopefully someday to his heart. Because I know he’s already firmly entrenched in mine.
We continue like that, Steve allowing me to prepare him, me watching in awe as he does, until he’s taking three fingers effortlessly, and my erection feels like it’s going to have a permanent zipper print if I don’t take it out soon. But before I move on, I double-check.
“Ready for more, Stevie?”
Steve nods, heavily lidded eyes watching dreamily. I pull my fingers free and shuck off my remaining clothes, then reach for the condom.
“Yes or no?” I ask, holding it up between two fingers for him to see. We haven’t had a discussion about protection, and now probably isn’t the best time, but I would much rather now than not at all. Steve tenses a bit, and something about that sets off a quiet alarm in my head. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m negative, and I trust you, but…” His voice gets smaller with each word until he’s gone completely silent.
I don’t have a problem using protection. In fact, I’m a little surprised at myself for even bringing up the option of going without, having always used it with my past partners. Now that it’s out there, I can’t deny the appeal the idea holds. But something in his tone makes me think there’s more to it for him than typical caution, so I wait to hear more.
“But what, Princess?” I prompt gently when he doesn’t continue, my hand smoothing over his thigh as I wait for his reply.
“But after everything with Adam, it’s hard to put that trust into action.”
I ache for this wonderful, amazing man spread out beneath me. That he would ever have to worry about whether someone he’s letting close to him would betray him like that breaks my heart.
“I’m so sorry he hurt you, Princess. I would never do that to you,” I promise him, doing my best to keep my voice steady andcalming. “But no matter what, we will do whatever makes you most comfortable. If that means always using condoms, so be it. That is more than okay with me. Your comfort and safety always come first. You always come first, Steve.”
And then I set out to prove my words.
Steve’s body relaxes again as I roll on the condom and slick it with more lube before notching the tip at his entrance. “You ready, Princess?”
“Yes,” comes the instant reply. His voice is stronger, surer now, so I get to work. I train my eyes on Steve’s face as I press in, keeping the pressure steady, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort. But it seems like as soon as I told him I wasn’t worried about the condom, Steve let all of his tension go. Yes, there’s resistance, but Steve bears down, and with barely any effort at all, I’m slipping in the first inch.
From there, I pause, not because Steve needs the time to adjust, but because I need the time to savor it. To breathe in this first moment of being joined with the man I love, although I certainly hope it won’t be the last. I scan his perfect face, bare of makeup or cares, then down his long, lithe body. My cock throbs at the sight of where we’re joined. Steve must feel it because he wraps an ankle around my hip before pleading, “Move. Now.”
I do. I move my hips slowly, inexorably forward until my balls are pressed against his ass. I swivel my hips once, making Steve arch up with a drawn-out moan. The sound lights up my senses like lightning crackling along my nerves, and goose bumps pop up along my arms. Then I pull back just as slowly, eyes threatening to roll back at the tight heat that caresses my length. I keep that pace, grinding my hips against him each time I push home. I’ve always been a fan of slow and sweet, but for the first time in my life, I know what it is to truly make love to someone.
I hate to take my eyes off Steve’s face, but his smooth, creamy skin ends up being too much of a temptation to resist. I kiss and lick my way down his neck, across his collarbones, and continue to his tight pink nipples. He jolts, fingers digging into my scalp and cock leaking against our abs when I suck one into my mouth, so I do it again and again, alternating between sides as I whisper words of love and praise against his chest. Steve’s fingers spasm as I suck one pert bud at the same time I circle my cock as deep as I can, and my impending orgasm swells at his obvious pleasure.
When Steve’s moans and mumbled words start to become more frequent, I reach a hand down between us, working him in firm, steady strokes until he spills over my fist and against our stomachs. Only then do I let myself fall, his release spurring on my own. His muscles milk my cock, causing wave after wave of ecstasy to wash over me, razing me to the ground. Slowly, like wisps of smoke curling in the air, we come back from our highs, leaving just the glowing embers of our passion behind.
Steve’s arms go lax, falling heavily to the bed next to his head with a quiet thump. His legs grow heavier around my hips, and I carefully help him lower them as well. I slowly pull out and toss the condom before glancing around. I grab my boxer briefs to give him a quick wipe down before his cum can crust and become uncomfortable. That will have to do until I can get him properly cleaned up.
For now, I lie next to Steve, wrapping my arm around him and pulling his own over my chest. He automatically snuggles closer, sneaking his leg over to rest on my thigh. My hands hold him close, one in his hair while the other settles on his knee. His beautiful eyes are closed, and a blissful smile plays on his lips. I press a tender kiss to those lips, completely content in this moment.
Three little words dance like flames along my tongue, burning to be let out. I hold back, not wanting to disturb Steve’s peace. There will be another time for declarations. But I think them.
Every time my fingers stroke through his silky hair.
Every time his eyelids shift in his sleep.
With every beat of my heart, I think them.
I love you.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Steve
NOAH: YOU FREEtonight?
