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“You sure?” I asked against his mouth.
Ethan looked up at me, eyes open and clear now. “Yeah,” he said simply. “I want this. I want you.”
That was all I needed. We moved together without hurry, learning each other with every touch, every glance.
I mapped the expanse of his chest with my hands, traced the lines of his ribs, the dip of his waist. Ethan arched into me, lips finding the side of my neck, making my breath catch.
We stripped slowly, laughing quietly when a shirt got stuck, moaning when skin finally met skin. Ethan was warm everywhere. Soft in some places, strong in others.
I plundered his mouth, left a trail of kisses down his neck, his collarbones, ribs and stomach. When I placed a kiss on the tip of his thickening member, he groaned.
Parting from him for a few seconds, I grabbed a bottle of lube from my dresser before returning to him. Then I straddled him again, lifting his legs over my shoulders.
“Hurry,” he said, pulling me in. “I want you in me.”
I applied plenty of lube inside his passage, prepping him for my access. Once I deemed him ready, I replaced my fingers with my dick.
I entered him, slow and steady, until I was deeply seated in him.
“You good?” I asked, concerned I hurt him but he only shook his head.
“Move, Dean,” he ordered and I complied.
After a slow start, I slowly increased the speed. Each time our bodies joined, it felt like part of my soul drifted to touch his. I reduced us both to panting messes.
My next push made Ethan gasp and arch his back. I knew I found his prostate and kept aiming for it.
“Dean,” he whispered, reaching for my hand.
I gave it a squeeze and gave him a tender kiss.
“I’m close,” he said.
I was in the same boat. My balls tightened against my body. The next time I entered him, Ethan came, painting my stomach and abs with his seed. Several thrusts later, I hit climax.
After, we lay in the aftermath, limbs still twined together, sweat cooling on our skin, hearts racing in a matching rhythm.
Ethan pressed his forehead to mine. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “It was.”
We didn’t say more than that. Didn’t need to. His hand found mine beneath the blanket.
He laced our fingers together, then rested our joined hands over his chest, right where his heartbeat was strongest. I closed my eyes and let the sound of it lull me.
Wrapped around each other, we drifted in and out of silence, a cocoon of warmth and peace settling over us. For once, there was nothing pulling us away.
No emergencies, no calls. Just this. Just him. Just us.
Chapter 10
Ethan
I checkedover Naomi and Connor one last time, gently pressing around the scrapes and minor cuts they’d picked up.
The swelling had already gone down, and the bruises looked less angry than the night before.
They were healing well. Relief loosened the knot that had been sitting in my chest since the call came in.
