Page 59 of After the Rain

“This might sting at first,” I said, kissing his jaw. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, reaching for me. “I need you.”

I pushed in slowly, feeling him stretch around me, hot and tight and trembling. Wade groaned low in his throat, eyes squeezed shut, fingers clutching my biceps.

“Breathe,” I whispered. “You’re doing so good.”

I paused halfway, letting him adjust, brushing his sweat-slick hair back. “Talk to me, Wade.”

“Keep going,” he said, voice rough. “I want all of you.”

So I slid in the rest of the way, slow and steady, until I was buried to the hilt. We stayed like that for a long moment, hearts pounding, bodies locked together.

He opened his eyes and looked up at me like I was the most important thing he’d ever seen.

“You feel…” He shook his head, laughing softly. “I don’t have words.”

“Don’t need them.” I kissed him gently and started to move.

The rhythm began tender, exploratory, our bodies learning each other in real time. Every thrust was a promise, every moan a confession. Wade arched into me, his legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me deeper.

“Right there,” he gasped, eyes wide. “Ezra, right there?—”

I angled my hips to hit that spot again, and he broke beneath me—pleasure rippling through him in waves, his cock leaking between us, his body greedy and open.

The room felt like it was burning down around us, the heat of our bodies igniting something primal and holy. I kissed him through it all, my hands on his hips, my mouth at his throat, marking him with every breath.

“God, Wade,” I groaned into his skin, each thrust a prayer. “You take me so fucking well.”

His legs tightened around my waist as he tilted his hips, silently begging for more—more pressure, more stretch, more of me.

“Don’t stop,” he rasped, voice cracked open and raw. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

I drove deeper, burying myself to the hilt, our bodies slapping together in wet, desperate rhythm. His hole clenched around me with every movement, like his body didn’t want to let go.

“You feel that?” I whispered against his lips. “The way your cock’s dripping while I fuck your tight little hole?”

Wade whimpered and nodded, his mouth slack with heat, his eyes glassy with disbelief and pleasure.

“I’ve never—” he choked out. “No one’s ever touched me like this. I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock, slick from his own arousal. He bucked into my grip, breath stuttering.

“It’s yours,” I told him, voice rough with reverence. “This cock, this hole—mine to worship. Yours to take. However you want.”

His eyes fluttered shut, head falling back against the pillow, throat exposed and glistening with sweat.

“Then fuck me,” he said, hoarse. “Like I belong to you.”

I kissed him fiercely, and then I did.

I fucked him with everything I had—slow and deep, then fast and hard—until the air was thick with our moans and the slick, rhythmic sounds of our bodies colliding. My cock dragged over that sweet spot inside him over and over again, drawing out cries he’d never made for anyone else.

His fingers dug into my back, his voice cracking as he begged for more.

“Ezra—God, Ezra—I’m gonna come?—”

“Yeah, baby,” I breathed, stroking him faster. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

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