Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
I was all his to probe and explore.
He got lost in me, and then I got lost in him.
It was impossible to keep track of how many times we swapped off…hell, at some points, which limbs were mine and which were his. I just knew the pressure, the warmth, and all his affection.
I lay on him, my back to his chest, his hand around my cock. He was buried inside me once again, hitting my prostate just right until it became impossible for me to manage the escalating pressure.
“James,” I whispered, turning to him, our lips meeting as he continued thrusting. “You have to let go, or I’m going to…”
“Do it. I’m about to…”
I relaxed into it, and I wondered if it was just my imagination or if I really felt him swell within me as my own climax tore through me, my cum shooting across my abdomen.
His body continued jerking the way it did sometimes after he shot. I milked his dick with my ass, feeling like a fucking pro from what I’d learned in the time we’d shared in our special place, on this special night.
Despite all my previous experience, this would always be James’s.
Just his.
Like I’d been saving it for him all my life.
My prostate was so sensitive when his cock continued sliding against it, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want him out of me. I took it and continued kissing him, his hand massaging my abs, spreading my cum over me.
“Was that okay?” James asked.
Noticing his cocky grin, I said, “You know damn well that was perfect.”
He leaned in and bit gently at my bottom lip. As he released it, I whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I licked up his lips, his breath slamming against my tongue, our noses grazing one another.
Knowing how cruel life could be and how easily we could be robbed of this kind of beauty, I savored the moment as I’d never savored a moment before, fearing that one day I might mistake it for a dream.
39
James
Kyle’s head rose and fell with each breath I took as he lay against my chest. With an arm around him, my hand at his waist, I kept him as close to me as I could manage. Between the prom and then our dance in the woods, he must’ve been exhausted from the night. Yet I could tell by how he breathed against me that he was still awake, even before he began offering the subtlest of kisses just beneath my right pec, tickling me. I exhaled with a snicker.
“Oh, is this a ticklish spot?” he asked, licking in the same place with deliberately light licks that got me laughing.
“You are a demon.”
“Yeah? Let’s see if your dick agrees.” He pulled the sheets down, revealing my cock, hard again, leaking with precum. “Uh-oh. Did I do that?” He licked in the same place as before, and my dick twitched. “Oh, yup. That’s my bad.”
I laughed some more before he began kissing down my body, to my shaft. He slid his tongue across the spot where the precum was collecting on my abdomen before taking the head of my dick into his mouth.
Slow, controlled movements, much like how he’d worked my body when we’d gotten back. Once he’d properly wet my dick, he kissed back up my body, shifting in bed so he could reach my lips again.
Then he surprised me by moving up and kissing my nose before licking it like he had my pec. Moving back, he gazed into my eyes the way he had an hour earlier.
“I love you, James.”
I still heard those words, saw his face lit up with moonlight, his gaze leaving me without any doubt about his feelings for me.
Then again when we’d made love.
“I figured you’d be asleep by now,” I whispered.
“After a fuck like that? No. That’s the kind that keeps a guy up all night.”
I set my hand against his face, running my thumb across his cheek.
He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch before turning his face, taking my thumb into his mouth, and sucking it gently, as he’d done with my cock. He started to release it before taking a soft bite, then turned back to me, letting it fall from his mouth.
“Three weeks until we can do this every day,” I told him. “I want to have it all, exactly like this.”
“I don’t think I can rent a tux for every night this summer.”
I could tell he was being playful, but I went on, “Not the dance, or even the woods, or what we shared when we got back here. This, right here. Just you and me, my cum on your tongue, your saliva on my thumb. Lost in your eyes.”
“Don’t go all postcoital romantic on me.”
My head rolled back as I laughed. “Postcoital romantic? Is that what I’m being?”