Page 51 of Only You
I move up and kiss the tip of his cock, loving the way it jerks at the touch. “Mine,” I say, moving down and leaving a kiss against his balls. “Mine.” I look up at him again and then move down to his saliva-slicked hole and press a kiss there too before my eyes meet his. “Mine.”
He nods, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple prominent and bobbing in his throat. “Yours. I’m yours forever, Remy. Always have been.”
I smile at that and climb up his body to press a kiss to his mouth, and despite where my mouth had just been, Tatum grips my hair and pulls me to him, kissing the hell out of me and making me squirm.
Our cocks are slotted together, dripping pre-cum as we move our hips, both chasing that high. His hands move to my hips, and he stops all movement. “Want you. All of you. I love you too, Remy. I love you more than I ever thought possible.”
I nearly cry in relief at hearing those words. My whole life, I wondered if it would ever actually be possible to be loved by someone. My own mother couldn’t give me love back, butlooking down into Tatum’s eyes, I know it’s not only possible, it’s my reality. He loves me.
“I love you too,” I say and kiss him softly before reaching for the lube and a condom from my drawer. I hold the condom up, though, as I sit back on my knees and look at him. “Do you want me to use this?”
He instantly shakes his head. “We’re both negative. I want to feel all of you, Remy, and I have no intention of ever being with anyone else for the rest of my life.”
It’s impossible not to tremble when he says that. I smile, letting the pleasure of his words wash over me as I toss the condom behind me somewhere and slick up my fingers, taking my time to slowly get him ready.
I start with one, pushing a generous amount of lube into him slowly, letting him adjust, though he’s fairly loosened from my tongue. I don’t want this to hurt at all. I want him begging for me.
I add two and watch him carefully, making sure there’re no signs of discomfort.
“Fuck, Remy. Just get inside me already,” he complains, and I chuckle, but I don’t dismiss his demand either.
I remove my fingers and then grab the lube, slicking up my cock and reaching for his with my still-slick hand, making him groan and his back arch. “I’ll go slow,” I say as I notch my cock at his entrance.
I push into him, taking my time, working my way into his body as he relaxes to let me in. When I finally sink fully inside, we both exhale, and I lean down to steal his lips.
I’ve never fucked anyone face-to face-before, but I’m glad I did this time. We kiss as I remain as still as possible, letting him adjust and praying I don’t come just yet. I’d like to get at least a full five minutes in. That would be fantastic.
But then it’s clear it’s not enough for him, his hands going to my ass as he pulls me back and then pushes me into him, showing me exactly what he wants. “Fuck me. I need you. I won’t last much longer.”
I stroke his cock, trying to keep kissing him as I move in and out of his tight channel, but it seems impossible, and I wind up resting my face in the crook of his neck. His hands remain on my ass, working me in and out of him, his arm muscles flexing tight and bulging.
I thrust into him, shifting angles until I hear his sweet cry and know I found his prostate. “Oh, fuck yes,” he gasps, his pleasure reaching its peak.
His fingers dig into my ass, and just as I’m about to lose it, I feel his cock jerk in my hand and hear his throaty scream of passion as his cum splatters between us, and his ass holds me in a vice.
I slam my eyes shut, my vision blanking for a moment, and then I’m coming deep inside him, my balls emptying with each stroke. His hands move to my back as he smooths them over my heated flesh.
I collapse onto him, panting and trying like hell to catch my breath. Though, if this is how I die, I couldn’t be mad about it.
“So I’m guessing you’re a fan of your prostate,” I say with a laugh.
“Oh, hell yeah. You may have just created a monster. You’re going to regret this, and we’re moving in together. I’m going to want it all the time.”
I snicker. “Can’t wait.”
He kisses my temple and holds on to me.
I truly mean that. Every minute with Tatum is like a balm to all the shitty memories of my past. It heals me.
He heals me.
TWENTY
“Jesus, fuck. Do you have enough shoes?” Kellan complains as he packs another pair of sneakers into the box sitting on my old bed.
“A man needs his shoes,” I say, grabbing another pair and putting them in the box. “Besides, I’ve had some of these since high school.”
“You’ve got to be joking,” Cason pipes up. “That’s like twenty years ago.”
