“Are you okay?”
He nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “You have no idea, Xavi.”
And suddenly it is different. The idea that his cock is bare inside me, that soon he’s going to fill me with his spunk, so I’ll feel it dripping from me, makes me shudder. “Fuck me,” I say in between kisses and bites. “Hard.”
After that, it’s frantic and urgent and everything I’ve spent years wishing for. He slams into me, making that same surprised growl every time as if he can’t believe this is happening, and I grab him tight, arching into him. Muttered words of praise and adoration are flowing from him that bring tears to my eyes, but at the same time, our grips are too tight on each other, and we’re probably leaving bruises. It’s wild and feral but somehow still the safest thing I’ve ever felt.
His movements become jerky and erratic. “Are you close?” I gasp in amazement. His stamina has always been seriously impressive.
He shudders and buries his head in my neck, his fast breaths hot on my skin. “Don’t judge me.” He grunts. “Yes, do that again.”
I tighten my arse around him, and his thrusts get faster and sloppier. He’s mouthing kisses on my shoulders, his hands clenching my arse, and his breathing coming fast and pained. “You have to come,” he manages to get out. I shove my hand between us and grab my cock. It’s sticky, and I can feel the throbbing echoing in my blood. “Come for me,” he breathes. “Let me feel it.”
“And then you’ll come in me?” I gasp.
“Oh fuck, yes.”
It takes two tugs, and I’m there. I’m distantly aware of his groan and the feel of warmth flooding me, and then I’m coming between us, covering our skin in slippery warmth.
We fall back onto the sheets, and for a few seconds, there’s just the sound of panting breaths, the odd groan as muscles twitch, and the muted roar of the sea.
Finally, Reuben turns, pulling me into him and hugging me. I melt into him, sliding my leg over his hip and looping my arms around his neck. He kisses me slowly as if we have all the time in the world. I suppose we do now.
I consider that novel thought. No more coming and immediately rushing for the door, covering my panic that I might not be able to make myself leave. No more covering any sign of feeling with snark and cruelty.
I squirm as I feel the moisture leaking out of me, making my thighs and hole slippery. “That’s new.”
He runs his fingers through the spunk. “I can’t believe we did that. Thank you for trusting me.”
“I’ve always trusted you. I just combined it with a desire to make you bleed.”
He snorts. “It’s a funny mix but very you.” He pauses in the act of smearing his come around my hole. “The feel of it is so sexy,” he marvels.
“Give me a few minutes, and we’ll do something about that.”
“You do know I’m not eighteen. We might need a bit longer.”
“Thank god,” I breathe. “I haven’t even got a tiny spurt left in me. I was really giving you false hope there.”
“You’re always such a giver, Xavier Conway.”
I kiss his chest where I can feel his heart beating strongly, and he gathers me closer as if he knows what I’m thinking. Then we snuggle together, a relaxed quiet descending on the room.
Eventually, I stir. “I think we should get a sponsorship deal with Lurpak after this.”
He chuckles. “I’m always at my best when I’m improvising,” he says in a terrible impression of an American advert.
“It’s a bit messy, though. Grey is totally going to kill you. We’ve completely destroyed these sheets.”
He drops a kiss on my shoulder. “I’m going to steal them and frame them.”
“You can hang it next to my nude photos that you rather creepily kept in an odd sort of spank bank.”
He laughs and hugs me closer, settling his head on mine with a contented sigh.
“I don’t think we ever did it like that before,” I say, and hesitate because I can’t quite find the words to fully describe how that sex felt so different from everything that came before.
He knows what I’m trying to say. Of course he does. He’s the other half of me. “We were never naked with each other, were we? We might have stripped off our clothes, but we didn’t really show ourselves.” I nod. “We were fools,” he finishes gruffly.
