He began rimming him.
The feral moan of pleasure echoed in the room as he forced his lover closer to the edge.
“Please,” Ethan begged. “I don’t want to cum alone,” he whispered.
Gene glanced up.
“You don’t?” he asked.
Ethan shook his head.
“No, husband.”
That one word rocked Gene. Moving back up his body, he stayed above him.
“What do you want?”
Ethan ran his fingers over Gene’s face.
“Gentle. Peaceful. Love-filled.”
There were tears in his eyes, and Gene knew that the man he loved was in his feels. He’d come a long way, and if that was what he wanted, Gene was more than willing to give that to him.
“Get me wet, and we’ll cum together,” Gene admitted.
That was all he had to hear. Rolling, Ethan found himself on top of the bear.
And it was a damn good place to be.
He began kissing down his body, hitting all the perfect spots to show his man how much he loved him.
Because he did.
He tormented his nipples, and then kissed lower, enjoying the feel of his chest hair against his flesh. The scent of mate was there, and Ethan wanted to wrap himself in it.
There was nothing better.
Nothing.
At.
All.
As he found his dick, Gene was already rock hard, and weeping precum for his man.
All it took was one lick and the moan sent chills through both of their bodies.
“Fuck, but I want your mouth all over me,” Gene admitted. “I can’t imagine not having this every day.”
Oh, Ethan felt the same.
Here, with Gene, he was safe.
No matter what happened out in the world, he could come back to this moment in time and know that he was loved so much that his man would go out of his way to give him a ring.
That was love.
Taking him down his throat, Ethan worked his erection over, making sure to enjoy the taste of mate.
