Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I need you,” Dex whispers.
He’s saying all the right things, everything I’ve only ever dreamed of him saying, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I grab one of his strong thighs and wrap it around my waist while I position my cock at his entrance.
As I begin to press inside him, slowly and so fucking carefully, I watch as his face contorts. First at the discomfort and then with determination. His eyes are closed in concentration, but I want him to see me. To know that I’m the one above him. He’s taking my cock, and we’re doing this. Together.
“Look at me,” I say softly.
His deep brown eyes meet mine, and I swear my heart stops.
“Breathe,” I coach.
Dex’s lips part, and he sucks in a breath. I take advantage of his open mouth and close mine over it. My tongue dives in while I keep easing my cock inside the tightest damn ass I’ve ever experienced.
Dex grunts, and I quickly break my mouth away and lean up on my elbow.
“You okay?”
He nods.
“Can you talk?”
A shake of his head now.
“I’ll let you adjust.”
“No. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Dex’s desperation almost has me slamming home, but I don’t want to hurt him.
“Relax for me.”
He does, and I move a little deeper before pausing again.
“Tell me what to do to make this good for you,” he says.
My beautiful Dex. “It’s already the best sex of my life.”
Happiness explodes deep in my gut because I’m not even lying. After years of fighting my need for him, after telling myself this will never happen … I get to have Dex in a way I never thought I could.
“I never thought this could happen,” I say. “Ever. I’ve thought about it for so long.”
Dex cocks his head. “You have?”
I’m dangerously close to word vomiting my feelings for him, and now is not the time. I’m not sure there ever will be a time to tell him the whole truth that I’m so deeply in love with him there’s no coming back from it.
“I’m a hot-blooded gay man, and you’re gorgeous. Inside and out.” I lean down and kiss the tip of his nose.
“I bet if I’d thought about it, I would have tried to make this happen sooner.”
I want to believe him, but I’m not sure I do. We’re here because of happenstance.
I press a soft kiss to Dex’s jaw. “Tell me when you’re good.”
“I’m good. So good. I don’t think I’ve ever been gooder.”
I huff a laugh and close my hand around his cock. I stroke slowly with a soft grip but then get tighter and faster the harder he gets.
“Actually, no. Now. Now I’m the goodest.” Dex’s voice squeaks.
I thrust inside him, trying to hold back the pleasure that rips through me. Being inside him meets all of my expectations and none of them at the same time. Never in my dreams did I have to hold back because, of course, in my dreams, this wasn’t Dex’s first time, and I could slam inside him with little to no prep. At the same time, holding back makes me appreciate the experience more than I thought I would.
Sex is sex.
It feels good. It’s about getting off. It’s not intimate or personal.
Sex with someone you’re head over heels in love with?
It’s not just sex.
It’s everything.
I slowly pull back out to the tip and move inside him again, not yet going too fast but quicker than before. My cock passes his prostate, and Dex yelps and clings to my shoulders.
“Nope. Changing my answer. It’s now. Now is good, so good.” He’s so fucking adorable.
“Why don’t you wait for the end? Then you can tell me your favorite part.”
“Like a theme park ride?”
“Exactly like that.” I thrust inside again, grinding deep.
Dex whines, but I set an even pace, letting him adjust and giving him time to get used to the new sensations.
He lies there, holding me, lifting his hips to meet my thrusts, and the trust shining in his eyes almost breaks me.
“Stop worrying about hurting me.” He gives me an encouraging squeeze. “I’m more than ready. I swear it.”
“Hold your knees.” It comes out confident and like an order. Maybe that last part of me was holding on to that thread of doubt that he won’t change his mind. That halfway through, he’d push me away. But he’s not. He’s needy for me. Begging. And I’ve never seen Dex look hotter.
His cheeks are flushed like they get after being on the ice, but this isn’t from exhaustion. It’s not from a workout. It’s from pure lust.
Then, surprising me, Dex hooks his arms around his knees to hold his legs back, and I finally let go.
My hips meet his ass in a punishing rhythm with every thrust. His mouth drops open, heavy breaths loud between us, and when I tear my gaze away from his face and look down … fucking hell. It’s obscene. So gloriously obscene.