Page 93 of The Beast's Heart

“Am I going too fast?” he asks.

“No.” I press into his touch again and his eyes flutter closed.

He takes his time feeling me through the fabric slowly stroking my length, his forehead pressed to mine. I lift my hips, silently urging him on.

“It’s been a very long time since I did this,” he says, eyes still closed.

“We don’t have to.”

“That’s not— I want it. Ireallywant it. I’m just… it’s been a while.”

I lift my head to capture his lips. “Will it put you at ease if I tell you this has already surpassed any other experience I’ve had?”

Adam runs his knuckles down the side of my face, just beneath the bruise that is now greenish-yellow. “Jonathan…” he whispers.

He kisses me softly and resumes stroking my prick through my briefs. “Blows my mind,” he whispers against my lips. “Blows my mind that anyone could not want you.”

With sudden boldness I hook my fingers into the elastic and pull down my briefs. My cock springs free and I blush even more furiously. He’s American. Is he expecting me to be cut? But Adam doesn’t hesitate. He spits into his palm, wraps his large fist around me and starts stroking my actual prick. I gasp, the feeling of his skin against my sensitive flesh exquisite. Histhumb flicks over my glans, shooting pleasure all the way up my spine. I stare up into his eyes as he watches my expression, gauging my sensitivity, experimenting with the pace until I’m whimpering under him.

Pleasure is sweet and hot beneath my skin but I need more. I need to feelhim. I unfasten his belt buckle and his jeans, fighting with the zipper to get to him. He laughs against my lips, canting his hips to give me better access. My exploring fingers are greeted by silk boxers and, beneath them, a cock so hard it feels like it can’t possibly be made of flesh and blood. He is circumcised, thick, sticky and hot.Hot for me.“Bloody hell.” I curse softly. “You’re… you’re fucking perfect.”

He moans as I take hold of him. “Gonna wash your mouth out with soap.”

“I can think of better uses for my mouth.”

The sound that comes out of him nearly pushes me over the edge. My cock lurches in his grip and he kisses me fiercely, almost painfully. I hook my legs around him, whining into his mouth as his hand starts to fly over my shaft. The blanket slips to the floor and I look down at our bodies, so nearly joined, our trousers pushed low on our hips. My cock is leaking, his is jutting out from his boxers, large and proud. Sparks chase across my skin at the sight. I bury my face against his neck, sucking and nipping, tasting salt and smelling arousal.

My pleasure is winding higher and higher. I’m surging towards that peak when Adam lets go. I cry my disappointment, but he catches my complaint in a kiss. He takes my hand from his cock and, before I know what’s happening, he’s drawing his length against mine. He’s so hard, and silky, andAdam. My body floods with bliss as he rubs his cock against mine, takes my hand and wraps it around both of us. He laces his fingers with mine, and together we stroke in unison, his velvet cock against my palm, my cock against his. It’s so incredibly intimate andhot. Ihad no idea I could feel this good. We grind together, and share a desperate, open-mouthed kiss as my balls tighten.

“Adam, I’m going to?—”

“I know. Let go. I’m here. I’m right here with you.”

Pleasure explodes down my spine, across my senses. Pulses of bright, white bliss flood my body and warm liquid spurts over our joined hands. A moment later Adam cries out and sags against me. I wrap my arms around him. I’ve never felt anything like this, like the mix of emotion and sensation crashing through me. My vision blurs and I blink back tears. It’s so much. So much I’ve been missing out on. So much I now have to lose.

Adam pushes up on his elbows. “I’m crushing you.”

“You’re not.” I pull him back down, keeping him pressed to me. I dig my fingers into his hair and wait for the crashing waves of emotion in my chest to settle.

Adam sighs happily, resting his cheek on my heart. “Pretty awesome first date, huh?”

My laugh comes out wet. “Yeah.”

He looks up sharply, and when he sees my face, he’s immediately up on his knees, brow drawn low. He cups my cheek, gaze full of questions.

“I’m fine. I promise, I’m fine.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

He brushes it aside with his thumb. “We moved too fast?”

“No. Not at all. I just…” my chest expands and I can’t seem to fit all the emotion inside it.I… feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this.I want to say. But it sounds pathetic. “It was so good.”

His gaze softens and he draws me into his arms and kisses the top of my head.

“It was a lot for me too,” he says quietly. “Can’t remember the last time it wasn’t just… physical release.”

Oh. Wow.How can so few words say so very much? I nestle my head under his chin. He rolls onto his back, holding me to him. We lie together like that, cuddling. The moonlight filtersthrough leaves and rain to cast patterns across his skin. The flickering candlelight and soft twinkling fairy lights catch his contours. Here like this, it’s easier to imagine him fae than beast.

And then he’s touching my cheek, “Hey, time to wake up.”

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