“I was wrong.”
My eyes meet his in confusion, waiting with my breath caught in my lungs.
“What do you mean?”
“Watching you walk across that stage after seeing you work so hard for it, watching you grow and embrace yourself . . .thatis the best feeling in the world. Being with you, Si? It tops everything.”
My throat closes around the words I want to say as tears spring to my eyes.
“I had the best tutor. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”
Asher shakes his head slowly. “No. You earned this. I just lit the path.”
I step closer, grabbing his face between my hands, “You did more than light the path; you pulled me from the darkness, you walked it with me.” Then my lips crash against his in a kiss that I put every bit of feeling into, showing him how much I love him, how thankful I am for him.
His mouth melds with mine as my hands cup his face, holding him exactly where I want him. My tongue delves into his mouth, tangling with his in a deep, passionate kiss that I feel down to the marrow of my bones.
“People will be waiting,” I remind him as he pulls my velvet robe off of me, laying it down on the hard stone floor.
“Let them.”
As quickly as we started, Asher has us both naked, lying on top of our robes, my legs spread as he notches his cock at my core, slowly pushing in. He didn’t prep me for long, but I’m still fairly open from this morning.
He fills me completely with his thick length, my gasps swallowed down with his open-mouthed kiss. Asher starts to pump, a slow, steady stroke that makes me whine and buck. I feel every glorious inch, every ridge of his cock, the huge mushroom head as it drags against my prostate. Being filled by him is an otherworldly experience.
“Such a good boy, you feel so good wrapped around me, Si. I love being inside your body.”
“Don’t stop, Asher. Never stop.”
“Never, baby. This is it for me.”
Asher continues to make love to me in the place where we fell in love. In the dark depths of the school, surrounded by books, under the flickering flames of candles, we found each other. He loved the beautifully broken boy I am and gave me the confidence to be who I am, fear be damned. The bookworm and the jock.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
