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Reaching around, I grabbed his chin and guided his gaze to the mirror. “See that? See your face? That is the face of the most perfect man I have ever met.”
“No.”
“Yes.” I wasn’t going to let him get away with not believing that. “Yes, my gorgeous, perfect love.” I fucked him hard again, rapid thrusts until he was grunting and gasping for air.
“Hnng, p-please.”
“You going to come?” I growled against the back of his neck. I wrapped my arm around his waist, giving his arms some reprieve. He bent his legs back, hooking his ankles around my thighs as he took me harder and deeper and faster. “Gonnacome on my cock, baby? Show me how much you fucking love this.”
“Love you,” he said in a single gasp, and then his body went rigid before sagging forward. His stomach hit the sink as he spasmed around me, and I pulled him away, setting his feet on the ground as his cock thickened and spilled hot ropes onto the counter and the floor.
Sagging against me, I caught him in my arms, taking all of his weight. My hard dick slipped out of his ass, and for the moment, I paid it no mind. His eyes were wide, and he looked a little wild and lost.
“You with me, sweetheart?”
“Mm.” His eyelids softened, and his legs stiffened a bit to relieve some of the pressure on my hip and knee. “Shh.” I gave him a moment as he swallowed thickly. “Shower.”
Ah. “Yes. Of course. Here.” I guided him to the toilet seat, and then on shaking legs, I started the water and ran my hand under it until it was warm enough that I knew it wouldn’t trigger his sensory overload.
He was trembling still, and I knew he was probably on the verge of something big. He’d come on my cock, and that had only happened to me a few times in my life. Every time it did, it was so, so much.
Ferris let me take most of his weight again as I got him under the spray, sitting him down on the bench. His head lolled against the wall, and his limbs moved heavily, but his eyes were more clear as he looked at me.
“You really love me, huh?”
I couldn’t help the smallest laugh. “Yeah. More than I have words for.”
He made grabby hands at me, so I stepped between his spread legs and braced myself on the wall behind him. Helooked up, and then his hand reached between us and he took my dick into the circle of his fingers.
“Fuck my hand. I don’t…I’m so…” He made that humming noise he always did when he was irritated about not being able to find his words. “I’m tired. But I want to make you feel good.”
I curled my hand around his wrist to hold it steady, and then I rocked myself harder and faster into the tight grip of his fingers. Staring down at him, watching him watch me, it was too much.
No. No, it was just enough.
My balls tightened, and I felt the familiar heat rippling up my spine. Squeezing my eyes shut, I sped up, listening to the sound of myself fucking his hand until I let go. I looked just in time to see my come hit him in the chest, and he jolted, then dragged his fingers through it before putting them under the spray of water.
My body felt weak after that, and it took everything in me to wash us both, then pull towels from the rack.
“Can we get into bed like this?” Ferris asked me, pressing his body into mine. “I know it’s too early for sleep, but?—”
“Yes,” I told him. “Let me clean up the mess in the bathroom, and you get into bed.”
“For sleep?”
“For sleep,” I agreed. “I just want to hold you.”
He gave a soft, happy hum as he walked off, and I took a few moments to wash up the mess he’d left behind.
It wasn’t long before I was in bed. Ferris was wrapped up around me, leg tucked between mine, gripping me tightly like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be.
And I could only hope it was, because it was the absolute truth for me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ferris
Across the table from me,Cosmo leaned over and snatched a kiss from Eli. It made me feel warm all over. I might have been jealous once, but now, it was easy to see him happy. It was easy to see them both happy when I had my own at home.
