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He looks over his shoulder at me. “Technically, that’s a thing. Cock warming. I’m not against trying it, but maybe not while we’re sleeping. Too high a risk of bodily harm. But how about this?”
He rolls over so we’re facing each other, then puts his leg between mine and pulls me closer until our cocks are touching. Wrapping an arm around my back, he presses his lips to mine again in the kind of raw kiss that awakens something deep in my soul.
I love yousounds over and over in my mind, but I push it away. Today has been a big enough step. Those words can come out in time when we’re both settled. Until then, I’ll pour every bit of that feeling into our kisses, each tiny touch, and every look we share.
There’s no going back now. I’ll be his forever. I’m lucky he’s given me himself in return, and I’ll honor that in everything I do, and cherish him in every way for as long as he’ll let me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
BRIAN
Wakingup with Hardy in my arms is surreal and breathtaking. He’s beautiful when he sleeps.
Actually, he’s stunning all the time, but there’s something about how peaceful he is that adds to his beauty.
My heart races as I lean in and kiss his neck, slowly moving my lips up to the spot below his ear, then across his cheek as he stirs. When my mouth lands on his, it takes him a moment to kiss me back, but when he does, a happy moan reverberates in his throat. He holds me close, staring into my eyes as he kisses me.
I’ve never had this kind of connection while kissing. I’ve never had this kind of connection at all. It’s what my soul has begged for. Not just the emotional depth of the connection, but Hardy. It’s like my soul always knew what the rest of me hadn’t figured out yet… I was always supposed to be his.
My morning wood brushes his, and I shudder.
“Morning, babe,” he rumbles.
“I could get used to this.”
“Good. Get used to it. You’re stuck with me. I’m never sleeping anywhere but in your arms.”
I trail my lips down his neck, sucking the skin into my mouth. I shouldn’t leave a mark on him, but I want to. Lifting my lips, I stare down his naked body. I want to mark the whole thing, claim him. Like he claimed me last night. Feeling him fill my ass, knowing me clenching around him made him come… I groan remembering it.
“I never want you anywhere else, baby.”
He reaches out and strokes me while pressing his lips to mine again.
My heart is bursting as I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s really mine. I get to keep this.
Fumbling for the lube, I grab it and squirt some over both of us.
Our hands slip and slide as we work each other’s cocks, then his mouth finds mine, and we kiss. Rough, passionate kisses, our tongues twisting as we stroke each other, moving closer until we barely have room to move our hands.
His shuddery breaths make my balls tighten, and in moments, cum is splashing between us as we come all over the other’s hand and stomach.
We don’t let go or stop kissing. If we could, we’d get hard and do it over and over.
Normally I’m not this needy when it comes to sex. My sex drive isn’t this high. But with Hardy, I’m convinced I’ll never be fully sated. I could have him every day for the rest of my life and it would never be enough.
I sigh against his lips. I hope that’s exactly what happens.
He breaks our kiss, wiping his hand on the sheets and ignoring the sticky mess between us. We’ll just have to shower again. Wash each other’s bodies…
My dick twitches with interest, but that’s the most he can do.
Ryan laughs and looks down. “Getting excited again already?”
“Just imagining some fun for later.”
He kisses my neck. “I love fun.”
“What do you want to do today?” I ask, trailing my fingers over his ass.
