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Weston’s lips quirked into a wicked smile then he shifted and began thrusting his hips in long, sure strokes. Every thrust hit my prostate with precision, every drag of his cock through my passage sent a tidal wave of sexual bliss throughout my body.
As our movements became more urgent, I could feel the tension building within me. The world narrowed down to where the two of us were joined, everything else fading away.
“West,” I gasped, feeling myself getting close. “I’m... I’m...”
“Me too,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Together, okay?”
I nodded, unable to form words. And then, like a wave crashing over me, my climax hit. I felt as if I was soaring, the experience unlike anything I’d ever known.
“Easton!” he cried out, his own release following mine.
For a moment, we stayed perfectly still, our bodies connected, our breaths mingling. I felt a sense of awe wash over me, marveling at what we’d just done.
As our breathing slowly returned to normal, he gently rolled to the side, disposing of the condom and tossing it into a nearby trashcan before pulling me to him. We lay there, limbs entwined, the stillness of the cabin broken only by the gentle sway of the ship.
I nestled my head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.
“You okay?” Weston murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet. The enormity of what had just happened was slowly sinking in. “East?” he prodded gently.
I took a deep breath. “I’m... I’m more than okay,” I finally managed. “I’m just... processing.”
He chuckled softly. “Yeah, me too. That was... wow.”
“Eloquent as always,” I teased, feeling a bit more like myself.
He pinched my side playfully. “Hey, you try forming coherent sentences after that.”
We lapsed into comfortable silence again. I marveled at how natural this felt, how easily we’d transitioned from friends to... whatever we were now.
“West?” I whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
He shifted slightly, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes “For what?”
I felt my cheeks heat up. “For... for being here with me, for taking me on this trip. For being you.”
His eyes softened. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
As his breathing evened out and he drifted off to sleep, I found myself wide awake, my mind racing. I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for us, for our friendship. Was this a one-time thing? The start of something more?
I traced the outline of the compass tattoo on his chest, my fingers lingering on the red E and W. It had always been us, East and West, for as long as I could remember. But now... now everything had changed.
I snuggled closer to Weston, the warmth of his body a comforting anchor in the sea of my swirling thoughts. A soft smile played on my lips as I gazed at his peaceful, sleeping face. The moonlight filtering through the cabin window cast a gentle glow on his features, highlighting the curve of his jaw and the slight part of his lips.
“Thank you,” I whispered, so quietly it was barely audible. Not to Weston this time, but to the universe, to whatever cosmic force had brought us to this moment.
CHAPTER TEN
WESTON
The soft brushof lips against my cheek pulled me from slumber, morning stubble tickling my ear. “Merry Christmas, sleepyhead,” a voice whispered.
I blinked awake, grogginess giving way to a warm smile as I took in Easton’s face mere inches from mine. His hazel eyes sparkled behind those adorable black-framed glasses, a shy grin playing on his lips.
“Merry Christmas,” I murmured, reaching up to run my fingers through his dark hair. It was longer on top, just begging to be touched.
