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So I fucked him just like that, harder and harder, until hewent rigid and bucked, his cock spilling between us. I held him while he rode it out, his body racked with tremors.
Until he sobbed.
I pulled back to see his face. “Luke?”
Then he laughed. “Holy fucking fuck,” he said, and his body jerked again. “The fuck?”
I pulled back some more, slipping out of his body, and scooped him up in my arms. “Are you okay?”
He laughed and cried at the same time, covering his eyes with his hand. “Yeah. I just don’t even know what that was.”
I pulled his hand down so I could see his beautiful eyes. “That was heaven. That’s what that was.” I cupped his face and kissed him softly. “You are heaven.”
He laughed again, still teary-eyed. “It was more than I ever expected. So much more. I love you, Blake.”
I pressed my lips to his. “I know you do. And I’ll never take it for granted. I promise.”
He smiled, sleepy and emotional. “Do you feel okay?” I murmured.
He barked out a laugh as if that were the stupidest question ever asked. “Uh, yeah. I’m better than okay?”
“Let me get you cleaned up.” I gave him a parting kiss and went to find a washcloth in his bathroom. My knee wasn’t overly happy but I didn’t care. I’d worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, my only concern was Luke.
I cleaned us up and crawled back into bed with him, pulling him into my arms, and he clung to me. “I never thought I’d have this,” he murmured.
“Well, you’ve got me forever now,” I replied, squeezing him tight and kissing his temple. “I never knew love could be like this,” I admitted quietly.
He looked up at me in the dark, his eyes shining. “I had no idea you were such a romantic.”
I snorted. “I’m not. Well, not normally. Not with anyoneelse. But with you? I see roses and sunshine, blue skies and rainbows. It’s pathetic. Don’t tell anyone.”
He chuckled and snuggled in. “It’ll be our secret.”
The next morning,I woke up to find Luke watching me. He was bathed in sunlight, a soft glow filled the room, and there was nothing but peace and silence. He was sleep-rumpled, unshaven, and I’d never seen him look so beautiful.
“Morning,” he murmured.
“Morning,” I replied, unable to keep from smiling.
His smile gave out to a soft laugh. “So,” he said, “last night happened.”
“Yes, it did.” Then visions swam through my mind, of him beneath me, moaning, writhing, his body, his tears...
I put my hand on his face. “Do you feel okay?”
He gave a nod. “I’m still not entirely sure any of this is real.”
“This? Us?”
“It’s like I keep waiting to wake up. I might need you to pinch me every now and then.”
I pinched his nipple.
“Ow!”
“Was that real?”
He rubbed his pec. “Dickwad.”
