Page 46 of Steamy Dreamy Hearts

“Oh, God…” Sean made a keening noise. “I will, but right now…I’m going to come.”

“Come for me.” I nipped at his lower lip.

His cock lengthened in my hand as he let out a strangled sound. “Caleb, it’s too much… I can’t?—”

“You can.” I wrapped my grip, my fingers tightening. I was going to give Sean Smack the orgasm of his life. I could give that and everything else to him.

I squeezed our cocks, feeling the pulsing start of my climax but trying to hold back.

Sean panted against me, and I managed one more tantalizing caress.

I moaned.

He moaned.

His hips bucked forward. Sean’s cum coated my fingers, but I didn’t stop, not even as sparks rippled down my spine and to my balls. I thumbed his cockhead as Sean thrust into my hands, surrendering, letting me bring him to climax.

I had no words. Bringing Sean to the point of release triggered something in me. I imagined getting him off, making him so sweetly vulnerable in my grasp, could become my favorite thing.

My balls drew up tight, and I gave us one more strong pull, and more ribbons of cum jetted from Sean’s cock.

“Caleb…Christ?—”

I watched his face as he came, his face twisted in an expression of agony and pleasure, his body shuddering from head to toe, my name on his lips.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I surrendered just as much as Sean, spilling my seed, spilling my heart, letting it all go at once. I shook with the force of my climax.

Tension left us, but we clung to each other in the aftermath. I buried my head in Sean’s shoulder. He held me, stroking a gentle hand down my back.

To be honest, after that shower, I floated through the day. Somehow, we got clean again, got out of the shower, and headed out for the morning, and yet I couldn’t say how I put one foot in front of the other.

All I could think about was Sean and how it had never felt like this with anybody else. My feelings were overwhelming and, at the same time, humbling. I was afraid to give the feelings a name.

The entire day passed in a blur. I did yoga as Sean checked in with Erin. We took a walk, made love again.

Made love.

Dare I hope it was that?

“I never want to stop touching you,” Sean said afterward.

We were watchingThe Last of Us. As zombies attacked, Sean stroked the shape of my mouth, trailed his fingers down my throat. Gently, his hand grazed over my chest.

“I’m trying to watch the scene with Pedro,” I scolded, a grin on my face. I propped myself up on one elbow and pretended to watch. I did like Pedro—but I liked looking at Sean more. Sean didn’t even pretend to care about the zombies.

He sucked at my nipple. Kissed a path to my stomach.

“Oh,” I breathed, shutting my eyes. “You gotta watch this episode with me at breakfast, then.”

“The Last of Usfirst thing in the morning?” Sean considered this. “I’m not sure about zombies with my morning coffee.”

“Well, after I do yoga. But I do need to find out what happens in this episode.”

“Your Pedro fix can’t wait?” Sean replied dryly.

I grinned wickedly. “What can I say? I have a thing for daddies.”

He licked my navel in answer, making me writhe.

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