“I still want to touch you. See how you feel with my fingers and later my tongue.”
The corner of Emory’s mouth went up. “For a straight guy, you don’t seem to be hesitating over any of this.”
“I’m not a straight guy. You’ve shown me that. I feel absolutely no reservations with you or your body. I like it all. Want it all. I want to do everything with you, Emory.” He rubbed the lube on both hands, then wrapped one hand around Emory’s dick and brought the fingers of his other hand to Emory’s hole.
Emory sucked in a sharp breath and threw his head back.
Julien stared up at him in awe. Emory was beautiful poised over him. Overcome with pleasure. Julien stroked his slippery hand up and down that pretty dick and pushed one finger up inside Emory. Just the sensation on his finger made his eyes roll back. “So fucking tight!”
Emory was hot inside, the walls silken. Sliding his cock in there might kill him. Julien blinked his focus back onto Emory because he didn’t want to miss a moment while he took this angel apart. He tightened his grip and rubbed his thumb over the tip of Emory’s cock. At the same time, he thrust his finger in slow, deep movements, searching for Emory’s prostate. Emory cried out when he did, his hips rolling as he punched his dick into Julien’s fist. He bent his neck to look down at Emory, his wavy hair a gorgeous cloud about his face.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Julien gasped out The rolling of Emory’s hips was taking away his ability to breathe.
Though he’d told Emory he had no reservations and he meant it, a part of him had still wondered if he would completely enjoy this. Enjoy didn’t even come close to describing what he was feeling. It was like every cell in his body had come to life.
Emory stayed his hand. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and I want you inside me first.” He lifted off Julien’s fingers, then reached for the lube. He took his time spreading it around Julien’s erection, never once taking his eyes off Julien’s.
Julien reveled in the knowledge that Emory was just as undone over their sex as him. And as Emory sank down onto him, his mouth fell open at the hot, tight clasp. He punched up his hips, sliding deeper.
“Fuck, yes,” Emory bit out as he started to slide up and down.
“I want to feel this myself. Want to be on the other side.” He groaned. “Not yet, though. This is too fucking good. Holy shit, it’s so good. Fuck.”
Emory leaned down to breathe against his lips. “Feels good to me, too. You’re going so deep and you’re so hard and hot.”
Julien slid his tongue into Emory’s mouth, their kiss sloppy from the way their bodies were moving together. It was still a great kiss. Julien clamped his hands onto Emory’s hips, loving the shifting of his muscles under his palms. His thighs were powerfully strong as he lifted and lowered himself onto Julien.
He’d thought he’d missed sex, but this was unlike any sex he’d experienced. It had always felt good. Great, in fact. This, however, was on a completely different scale, and he was sure it had everything to do with the angel himself. It wasn’t that he was having sex with a male—it wasn’t the novelty. No, it was the fierce connection he felt toward Emory. There were the beginnings of real feelings happening here. He stared up in awe as Emory sinuously moved his body.
He wanted this view for the rest of his life.
Wanted to feel this body against him, wanted to see that wickedly sexy smile and hear his laughter.
Emory began to move faster, and all the thoughts fled from Julien’s mind. He tilted his head back, the groan that released from his throat long and loud. He thrust up over and over, chasing an orgasm he instinctively knew was going to scramble his mind.
And when it hit, it did exactly that. He was no longer capable of thought, could only revel in the incredible pleasure thatpulsed throughout every single part of his body. “Emory!” he shouted.
“Fuck, yes!” Emory yelled back as he reached down and hurriedly stroked himself. He cried out again when he shot all over Julien’s chest.
Julien just tightened his fingers on those slim hips, panting, his vision slightly blurry around the edges. Emory slumped over him, bracing his hands on either side of Emory. His eyes were hooded, pleasure slackening his features, making him look even more beautiful. Julien couldn’t look away, knowing his own eyes were wide with wonder.
“Well,” Emory whispered. “We’re awfully good at that.”
Julien had no words, still too stunned to respond. Emory must have sensed that because this time the smile that pulled his lips up was full of affection.
“You okay there, Julien?”
He could only nod, still not finding his voice.
Emory chuckled and leaned down to kiss him before he gently lifted himself off Julien and disappeared into the bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet rag and wiped Julien down.
Julien finally found his voice, and he grasped Emory’s wrist with one hand and lifted his other to tuck some of Emory’s hair behind his ear. “I loved everything about that,” he said softly. “Absolutely everything.”
“So did I.” Emory smiled again. “Like I said, we’re good at it.”
“We’ll be doing that again.”
“Yeah, Julien, I have a feeling we’ll be doing that again. Probably a lot.”
