Page 126 of High Stakes and Soulmates
But when I open my eyes, I struggle to remember, and it frustrates me. He remembers so much, and I remember so little.
“What’s wrong? Am I moving too fast? I’m sorry,” he says.
“No… no, I’m just… a bit jealous you remember everything, and I just… it’s fragmented. It’s like… was that a dream I had or an actual memory?”
“I’ll tell you everything,” Ezio promises. “Maybe me talking about it will help you remember.”
“Maybe,” I say as I cup his face. “At least you’re clean.”
“Is that what we were doing?”
“Sure was.”
“I was cleaning you too… with my mouth.”
My face scrunches up. “That… I… what about a washcloth?”
“I can lick the dried blood off you.”
“That’s really not as romantic as you seem to think it is,” I say while I scrub my arms. Really, most of the blood on me is from holding on to Ezio, who was the one who’d bled all over.
I press myself against him, my cock brushing against his wet skin, and I see the expression he gives me, telling me that he doesn’t care how clean we are, he just cares about getting me out of this shower and onto the bed.
Ezio turns the water off and lifts me out of the tub, positive that the last thing I need is to use my own feet.
“I love you so much,” he says as he guides me into the bedroom.
“I love you too.”
“Thank you for forgiving me.”
“There was nothing to forgive. Please,” I beg, forcing him to look at me. “Please stop being so hard on yourself.”
He nods, but I’m more than positive he’s not going to listen. Maybe time will help. I continue, “You know this is a two-way street? All of it? If I thought you were alive, I would have found you. If you thought I was alive, you’d have found me. And look, you did, even though you thought I was dead.”
“I’m not listening to any voice of reason,” he decides as he lays me down on my bed. “Do you have lube?”
I reach over and grab it and when I come back, I notice the way he’s looking down at me, his eyes are roaming over me, making me feel like he’s never seen something so wonderful. It makes me feel a bit flustered and question how he can look at me this way.
He kisses a line down my chest to my hip as his hand slides down my cock and cups my balls. Then his fingers toyingly circle around my cock before drifting back up to the tip, and when they reach it, his lips are there to meet them.
Ezio’s tongue swirls around me before he dips down, taking the head into his mouth. His hand wanders up my thigh, pushing it up while I hear the lid of the lube pop open. His finger slides down between my legs as I realize that I can’t do anything other than lie here and enjoy every fucking second of it.
His finger rubs over my hole, circling it, leaving me in anticipation of what’s to come before pressing into me. All the while his mouth sinks down my length and I moan, fingers digging into the sheets as I close my eyes, and I can hear him tell me he loves me. I can feel him holding me. And it all just feels so fucking right.
Another finger joins the first, opening me up and stroking, sending shivers of pleasure through me. It’s like he knows every spot that’s sensitive. Every place that makes me moan. After so many years… how can he still know me so fucking well?
He draws his fingers out as I grab the lube and pull him up to me. I squeeze some onto my fingers and when he leans down for a kiss, I slide my fingers over his thick cock.
“Feels so fucking good,” I whisper.
“Me too,” he says, but I’ve barely touched him while he’s over here treating me like royalty. His cock brushes against my hole before he shifts my hips up and settles between them. He presses against me and I feel myself opening up. He sinks deeper inside of me and I grab on to him while his hand moves over my cock, caressing me so gently.
“You alright?”
“Better than,” I assure him.
“I love you,” he says, like he can’t get enough of saying it.
