He huffs out a laugh, twirling me around so he can bump open the door.
“Is that a complaint or feedback?”
“An upgrade. Five stars. Highly recommend.”
By the time I’m done talking, my back had already hit the mattress. He lays me down like I’m breakable, which is funny, considering what we usually do in here.
This is home. Where the sheets feel familiar soft and cool against my skin, smelling like his organic laundry detergent and a little bit like him. Suddenly he becomes blurry through my eyes.
When he dives into my neck to cover me with kisses, I use the moment to blink like the wings of a hummingbird.
It’s okay, though. Each day my heart still beats and feels is a day I’m grateful for.
Yosh’s kisses on my collarbone burn hot against my skin. He trails down, nuzzling through my chest hair, kissing and licking my hardening nipple.
Electricity shoots through me as his mouth moves lower, to my sternum. Suddenly he’s on the stone that still hangs against my chest, kissing it softly.
“Should I take it off? I promised I’d give it back to you.”
He looks up from below, our eyes locking. Mine unsure, his certain.
“Keep wearing it. One of these days we’ll bury it on the beach.”
“Okay… uh, why?”
“It’s a way to—” he gestures with his fingers, searching for the right words, “leave energies behind so we can move on.”
He keeps kissing his way across my chest, blessing every rib with his mouth.
“You mean a clean slate?”
The last word melts into a moan as he reaches the fuzz just below my navel.
“Something like that,” he murmurs. “It served its purpose. Please, baby, let’s not waste time talking ab—”
I drag him up to my mouth before he can finish, my tongue hauling him back inside fast an greedy. He laughs into the kiss, then crawls higher, settling between my legs exactly where he belongs.
The hard press of his thickened cock against me turns into a frantic, hungry grind as we devour each other, rolling, fighting for dominance in that stupid little game we both pretend we’re not obsessed with.
We both love getting pinned, so there are times when it’s less passion and more a stubborn contest about who caves first.
“I can tell you’ve been starving.” Yosh groans against my mouth, lips still chasing mine even when I pull back just enough to look at him.
“Love, you have no idea. I was going insane, I’ve never been so long…”
The words get stuck somewhere in my throat.
I want us to flip 180 and rail him into oblivion and past that. To feel his tight, experienced hole clench around me and milk every last bit of sanity out of my body. The thought alone, combined with the way we’re grinding like two horny teenagers pushes heat hard and fast to my balls.
I have seconds. Maybe less.
You know what?
Fuck all of it.
I get my hand between us and wrap it around both of our lengths.
Feeling him pressed against me is enough to send me over the edge. A few warm, frantic strokes and my release is already building.
