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I wasn’t going to make him wait. I eased my fingers from him. After adding lube to my sheathed cock, I lined myself up at his entrance. I almost asked him if he was certain, but his eyes held a desperation I rarely witnessed. If he wasn’t ready, I had no doubt he’d speak up. Slowly I pushed in.
His ring of muscles was tight, and I took things at a snail’s pace. When my crown was fully inside him, he sighed. He nodded.
Inch by inch, I worked my way inside him. Pushing in a bit, pulling out, then sliding in a bit farther. The lube helped, as did the relaxation of his muscles. Like his body was more acceptingof me. Of the intrusion. Whether muscle memory, or simply his trust in me, I wasn’t certain.
When I was fully seated, however, I did another check. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing a little labored. His eyes carried a sheen, and I wasn’t certain the cause. Before I could ask if he was okay, though, he nodded. “I’m ready.”
“Okay.” I withdrew almost to the tip, and thrust in.
He grunted.
I repeated the action. Over and over.
“You can go harder, Cody. I’m not made of glass.”
Maybe not—but he was damn fragile and so fucking precious to me. Still, I didn’t want him questioning either himself or me. So I thrust harder. Picked up the pace. Gave him less time to recover.
He arched his neck, giving me a view of his exposed neck. He was vulnerable in a way that robbed me of breath.
I grasped his cock.
His gaze shot to mine.
Still, I maintained a steady pace. I didn’t want to come before he did. For a myriad of reasons, but mostly because I wanted him to know how special he was to me. How much I’d give anything to make him smile.
I tugged at the same pace of my thrusts. Even as I chased my own orgasm, I willed him to sink into his. I gritted my teeth, going even harder and faster. “Come, sweetheart. I need you to come.” As I teetered on the precipice, I willed him to tumble over.
His thighs, cradling my hips, stiffened. He went rigid.
I continued with dogged determination—now closer than ever to the cliff.
He came. His cum spurted over my hand and sort of went everywhere. His inner walls contracted around my cock and, just like that, I fell over into bliss myself.
With great effort, I held his gaze, even as I rode the waves of pleasure.
“Thank you.”
His whispered words caught me off guard and I had to blink back tears. “Always. I swear…always.” Unable to hold back any longer, I closed my eyes, arched my back, and I let out a guttural groan.
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
Which scared the shit out of me.
Chapter Thirteen
Lorcan
Cody was a great cuddler. He wrapped himself around me and held me tight. Well, after he’d disposed of the condom and cleaned us up. I’d drifted in a haze of pleasure as he wiped my cock, belly, and chest with a hot washcloth. He was even careful to ensure all the cum was out of my chest hair—no easy feat.
Then he’d returned, coaxed me to lie on my side away from him, and he slid in behind me. He pulled me close, kissed my shoulder, pressed his hand to my sternum, and promptly fell fast asleep.
Slumber had been much slower to pull me under.
In the morning, though, I was the first to wake.
Cody still gripped me tightly, but I needed to piss. Instead of continuing to revel in his warmth, I slid from his grasp and padded to the bathroom. After making my bladder happy, I gazed into the mirror.
I don’t look any different. I feel like I should look different. Because my entire fucking world just shifted.Not so much thesex—although that was definitely a part of it. No, everything had changed because, deep in my heart, I felt something I’d believed truly gone forever.
