Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Oscar peeked up at me, cheeks flushed with desire or nerves, I wasn’t quite sure which.
“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever been with,” he said, arching into my grip. “You could give me a subpar hand job, and it would still be one of the top ten sexual experiences of my life because it’s you.”
“Only top ten?” I teased, even though his words made my stomach tighten with need and want. “Considering the ‘fucked more times than the camera shutter’ thing, that’s mighty impressive.”
“Forget I said that. I’m an ass.” His eyes never changed their intensity. “Change the offering to something involving that tongue of yours and your potential moves up. Make it your ass and sky’s the limit.”
Oscar’s breathing had quickened, and the barest hint of shiny moisture appeared in his slit. I kept my eyes locked on his.
“You don’t want my ass tonight,” I said, more sure of this than anything.
“No,” he said on a soft inhale.
“You want me inside you.”
“Yes.” Shaky exhale.
My own dick filled, drawing up my balls in anticipation of entering him, of feeling the heat and clench of his body around me.
“You sure?” I asked. I was willing to do anything to please him, anything to make him feel good, to feel loved.
“Since when are you the one who hesitates?” he whispered.
Emotions tightened around my chest like thick straps. “Maybe I don’t want to scare you off.”
I could see by the expression on Oscar’s face he was unsure how to respond. I could tell he wasn’t ready to talk about our relationship status, and that was okay with me. His face softened, and he seemed to relax again.
“Just be you,” he suggested gently. “That’s all I want right now.”
His words didn’t do as much as his reassuring smile did. The kindness and affection in his expression reminded me of who this man was at his core and why I loved him the way I did.
I leaned down to kiss him. Then, I refused to think of anything other than bringing him pleasure and showing him with my mouth and hands and body just how much he meant to me.
By the time he was prepped and begging for me from his hands and knees, fists clenched in the crisp white sheets and tendons straining behind his knees, I was so delirious with my own need I didn’t have room enough left for fear.
I grabbed his hips and pressed into him, watching my body become one with his.
One of his hands came around and clutched at my thigh, signaling when he was ready for more. By the time I was fully seated inside of him, Oscar’s grip pulled me closer until I fell over the top of him and pressed my front along his back.
My lips brushed the back of his ear. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
He let out a rough sound and moved his hand up to grab the back of my head. “Hugh,” he breathed in a voice pulled slowly across tumbled rocks.
I moved in and out of him slowly… methodically. With every stroke into him, I pulled at his hard cock with my free hand while supporting my weight with my other. The damp heat of his skin against mine, the light scratch of his body hair against mine, and the synchronized drumbeat of our frantic pulses swirled together to overwhelm my senses.
This was everything I’d ever wanted with a man. The intimacy, the connection, the clear mutual admiration, no matter how scared either of us was to admit it.
“Thank you.” I didn’t realize I was saying it out loud, a low repeated prayer of gratitude to him, to the universe, maybe even to myself for finally knocking down the wall held so strong for so long by his stupid pride and stubborn fear. The words were a surrogate for the ones I really wanted to say, the ones I held back with endless patience because I knew there would be time for them in the future when Oscar was ready.
“Hugh,” he breathed again. “Hugh, god. You…” He groaned as his head fell, chin to chest, as he blew out a breath and sucked in another. “You feel so fucking good.”
There was no way he felt as incredible as I did, but I didn’t have the words to express it. All I had was my touch, my mouth on the back of his neck, the age-old rhythm of hips against hips.
Much later, after we’d sleepily showered and curled around each other in the darkness, I pressed my nose to the back of Oscar’s neck, inhaling deeply, wanting to remember this moment forever.
His breathing was soft and even in sleep, and I snuggled closer to him, wrapping him up in my arms.
“I love you,” I whispered into his skin. “This is the only happily ever after I’ll ever want.”