I groan when Nate pushes my shirt off and squeezes my back, as if enchanted by its texture. “You’re so sturdy… I bet you could dance with me all day.”
“You like that about me? That I can wrestle a bull for you?” I flex my muscles as I reach for the fastening of the loose pants he wears when at home. So many times I fantasized about how easy it would be to pull them off.
It gets me hotter by the second that he might want my cock inside him as much as I wish to fill him with my cum. Destiny or not, we justfittogether. I have never wanted anyone this intensely, and he’s right here, under me.
He raises his hips to help me, and his hard cock bobs as I drag the fabric lower, revealing his lovely legs. I lean down, nipping and sucking on the soft, hairy flesh as he places both feet on my shoulders, shivering for more of my touch. “You put yourself between that bull and me. We were in danger, but I never felt so safe,” he rasps, kneading my flesh as I stroke his legs, hovering above his hard cock.
I realize that back then it didn’t even occur to me there was another option. I had to make sure Nate was safe. I just had to.
Just like Ihaveto kiss the tip of his cock. Then lick the droplet of pre-cum.
“I promised,” I rasp. “You will always be safe by my side.”
I’ve been so preoccupied with him, so obsessed, I didn’t even consider looking for an outlet for this physical need in another person. How could I when Nate is all I can think about?
I run my hands up and down his thighs. Rumbles of fury roll through me every time I sense the long scar on his left leg, but Ican’t kill Gloombane again, no matter how badly I wish to. All I can do is be there for Nate as his rock. And I can only hope that also involves my cock inside him every day.
He tastes so damn good.
Greedy. Rich. Desperate for more of my touch.
“Yes,” he whimpers, squeezing my hair as I rub my palm up and down, gently massaging his balls in the process. “You’re my hero. My knight in shining armor. And you’re real.”
I couldn’t have felt prouder. That’s who I want to be, and he sees the most perfect version of me. I failed him, but it will never happen again. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to him if I must.
But all those lofty ideas get fuzzy when my mind overflows with the need to fuck him. To suck his stiff cock, to tease him open and slide in.
“So very real,” I mutter and swallow his dick with a happy murmur. My hands explore every crevice, every follicle of hair, every drop of sweat I itch to claim as mine.
He utters a soft whine, and as his dick stiffens on my tongue, he gives me more of his delicious essence, body going soft under mine as Nate caresses me, rubbing every inch of skin he can reach. “I missed you… No matter what I did, I just couldn’t forget about you. And even when I was losing hope, I kept thinking you would come for me. And you did….” His voice breaks as he captures my gaze.
I look up at him with my mouth obscenely full of his cock. Be still my heart. How can he be both so sexually needy and vulnerable at the same time? I want to make him come, then cradle him to sleep while giving him forehead kisses.
It breaks me that I took so long to get him out of that dungeon. It can’t be helped now. We can only build our future despite the past.
I give his prick a prolonged suck, but if I’m to speak, there’s no way around it, I have to stop.
“I will never let you lose trust in me. You’re mine in ways you never belonged to him. I want to be inside you. Can we…?” I slide my fingers between his ass cheeks and press the puckered hole, dizzy with how my cock pulses with need.
The supple flesh twitches, almost as if it wants to suck on the very tip of my digit, and Nate’s eyes gloss over. “No. I was never his. Only yours. Only you mattered. Please,” he rasps, rocking his hips against my finger, teasing me with their glide.
I look around, but there’s nothing on the table we can use. I have a lubricant next to my mattress. It’s a few feet away, behind the curtain, yet it feels like miles. I don’t want to be away from him for even a moment.
His words are making it hard to think. He belongs to me. He said it himself. I take deep breaths to steady myself but then make up my mind. It’s like he understands me without words, because when I back up to kneel, pulling him with me, he wraps his arms around my neck without prompting.
I guide his legs around my hips, and with a little help from my shadow pushing him off the floor, I get up with ease, holding on to him tightly. I’m glad my pants are still on, because walking with them around my ankles would have been a feat of acrobatics. I might have wings, but they wouldn’t have helped in this cramped space.
“Safe and mine,” I whisper, kissing his neck while he rocks against me and strokes my head. We pass through the curtain, into the small space I’ve claimed as mine, and while the mattress is not the fine bed my promised deserves, this night is about our connection, not decorum. He seemed just as happy on the carpet.
I want him, and he wants me, but as we settle down onto the fine sheets, the wordless understanding we share rings loudest.That first kiss has been tentative, but we’re both fully present now, two people who’ve finally stopped pretending they’ll accept anything beyond this closeness.
“Take them off,” Nate demands, tugging at my pants.
“Not before this,” I say and turn on one of the blue-tinted lanterns I got him as soon as he voiced his dislike of swamplight. My belt clicks, pants lower, and then I’m feasting my eyes on the raw desire blooming on his features.
“Ohh shoot… you’re so handsome… I mean… everywhere,” he says, breaking into laughter as he hides behind his hands.
He’s so cute I can’t wait to put my cock in him and make him whimper. I love that about him. Even after what he’s been through, he hasn’t lost all his joy and humor. “Here?” I rasp and give my cock a pump while flexing my stomach muscles for his pleasure.
