Page 33 of Always Been You

“What was that?”

“I won’t tell you to stop.”

“Really now?”

“Never.” I breathe out. I’m getting close to coming and I feel myself beginning to lose control.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.” He fingers me faster, dipping inside of me every few strokes. His tongue still rims my asshole and my toes flex and point harder with each second.

“Oh my God, James. You’re changing fucking everything.” Reason is flying out of my head and is being replaced with unbridled lust. “Tell me we don’t have to end this. Ever. Tell me I get to keep you. Fuck you. Marry you.” I moan. I punch the bed, tears forming in my eyes as I prepare for my climax.

“I’d move Heaven, Earth, and Hell to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Can we?” My voice is small and pitiful but I don’t care. All I care about is my looming climax and the answer to his question. Is there a possibility for something permanent?

I don’t hear anything but it doesn’t stop my orgasm from shooting through me like a spark of lightning. I drop my head to the pillow, tears still streaming down my face as he fingers me lazily through the aftershocks of my orgasm. I’m surprised to feel his hand and mouth leave me and him get off the bed and move towards the ensuite bathroom. I watch his naked ass move away and the visual momentarily disarms me and I forget that I asked him a question while at the peak of my orgasm.

Shit.

“James, I—” I start to explain my risky words that I knew probably freaked him out. Of course, this can’t be a forever thing. No matter if both of us want to fuck until the end of time, we can’t get married. Kids? A life? There’s no way.

He spins around and I realize he’s using mouthwash. He puts one finger up, telling me to hold and this goes on for another thirty seconds or so before he spits and wipes his face.

“Sorry, I figured you didn’t want me to kiss you after I just ate your ass like a starving man at a buffet.” He chuckles and then he’s on top of me. He wraps his hands under my back and presses his lips to my neck. The feeling of his warm body on top of mine makes me feel safe and wanted and loved and I never want it to end.

“I want it too,” he whispers as he slides his hands through mine, lacing our fingers and bringing them up over my head. “I’m not so naïve to think that it’ll be easy. That people won’t object. That they won’t think we’re sick. But if I have you…if we’re in this together, I can handle it.” He pauses. “I want to marry you.” His lips dance down my cheek. “You’re the love of my life, angel.”

“Holy shit.”

He pulls away and I can see the tears in his eyes and I’m sure they match mine.

“Fuck, I feel like a pussy.” He chuckles and I shake my head. “This is just…huge.” His lips find mine and his cock is inside of me within a second. He presses in and holds it. He doesn’t thrust or move. He just rests inside of me. He’s hard as steel and completely bottomed out so he’s as deep as possible.

“Am I there?”

“Where?”

“I’m trying to fuck my way to your heart.”

“You’re already there,” I tell him. “You’ve always been there.”

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