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“If I believed in heaven, this would be it.” He speeds up his punishing pace. “Our bodies fit as if created by a divine entity for each other.” It’s as if he’s speaking to himself, marveling at what’s happening.

It’s so much more than sex. He’s also laid bare before my eyes to see into his soul. I treasure his gift. This is more than him taking my male virginity, it’s also him giving himself fully to me. I hold off for him, suspended in a state of euphoria.

My cock weeps on my stomach, and I know the second one of us touches it, I’ll tip over the edge.

Finally, he has mercy on me. “Let me feel you come all over my cock,käraste. I need your cum.” An animalistic howl rips from his chest.

His eyes hypnotize me as I stroke myself and freefall from the highest mountain through the hurricane of us into ecstasy. White spots dot my vision, but his flaming blue gaze cleaves me to him as the sensations take me outside of my body, catapulting me into the next galaxy.

I memorize how the light reflects the color of his eyes, the softness in his brow, and the shape of his mouth when he empties into me. I’ve never been religious, but he’s not of this earth, a god among men.

He anchors me until my pulse slows and I catch my breath. I had no idea sex could be an out-of-body experience, connecting us and doubling the intensity.

Lars lowers himself gently on my chest, and I tug him so his full weight blankets me, disregarding the sticky mess between us. I need the security of it. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply and slowly exhaling. The gravity of my feelings itch and prickle.

“Welp, now you’ve done it.” I palm his ass.

“What?” His voice is hoarse.

“You’ve ruined me for any other man. I hope you’re happy with yourself.” I huff in a mock complaint. With Lars inside me, there’s a click. We’re physically joined as close as two men can be, and sex soldered an additional emotional bond.

He lifts his head, snakes his hand over my stomach, and scoops up my cum. Wordlessly, he sucks his fingers, and his eyes roll back in his head.

“Fuck. You just…” I can’t finish the thought.

He kisses me and feeds me a few drops of my orgasm, and I’m done. I grab my other wrist and pull it over my head.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m checking for a pulse to make sure I’m still alive.” My pulse hammers under my thumb so either this is a very vivid dream or I’m living in a fantasy. “No words for that.”

“Good or bad?” Lars asks with trepidation.

“You broke the one to ten scale. That was infinity, and I’m mad at you.” How could the first time be so good? He raises an eyebrow. “We’re never going to top that.”

“Oh,min kärlek, we are just getting started. Someday I’m going to fill your hole with my cum and watch it dribble out, then feed it to you. And you will fuck me as well.” He pets my sweaty hair.

“More dirty talk.” I groan. “Jesus.” My spent dick jumps.

“No need for formal names. Call me Lars.”

“I’m calling you Sugar from now on,” I say with a laugh when his nose scrunches up. “You smell so sweet, daring me to lick every inch of you.” I notice the different reaction when I say the word normally. He likes it drawn out just for him.

“We’ll decide that later when all your brain cells aren’t in your balls.” His hand tightly grips the scruff of my neck.

“Oh, I’ve decided, Sha-u-ga-rrrr.” I grin in response to his soft eyes.

His head drops to my shoulder, and he bursts out laughing. “Only you could think I’m sweet.”

“The world sees the fierce dragon, but I get the Sugar. You’re my Sugar.” I love the way he flushes as he presses a closed-mouth kiss to my lips.

“I…” Lars hesitates with uncertainty, but I can see the change before he speaks again. “I want you in my bed for the rest of the day.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” We kiss as if it’s the endgame, but I really want to know what he was going to say first.

Chapter 20

Lars

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