Page 33 of Tides of Love

“I love you.” It does not feel like enough. Saying it once, saying it a hundred times. It feels as though he has been waiting years to say it, when it has only been weeks.

“I love you too. I kept wanting to say it, but it felt like… like I was waiting for the perfect moment.” Lucky laughed softly, eyes closing when Antonio pressed kisses to his cheeks. There was such joy in the sound of his laughter. Lucky was warm, solid, safe.

He tasted like home when Antonio captured his lips once again.

The night air was warm. A breeze worked up from the cliffs for which the district was named cooled his skin as Lucky worked long fingers under the hem of his shirt. He pulled back to strip the shirt over his head.

“I want you.” Antonio knelt between Lucky’s knees, staring down at the omega sprawled across the blankets.

“You make me feel desirable.” Lucky curled a hand around Antonio’s hip, sliding his palm up the curve of his waist. “You make me feel foolishly happy even at the lowest moments. Even when I feel shattered into a million pieces.”

Antonio brought Lucky’s hand to his chest, holding it over his heart. “Because you bring me unimaginable joy, mi amor.” He heard Lucky’s breath catch at the term of endearment, “Shatter as often as you need. If there is one thing I’m confident in… it is being the person who comes to help.”

Lucky’s eyes went misty in a way that made his heart stutter. The softness of his smile, the way his face relaxed and brow smoothed like all the weight of sorrow had lifted just for a moment. “I want to be the person who comes to help you too, love.”

“That’s the beautiful part of love, isn’t it?” He lowered until he could press their foreheads together, “Being there for each other.”

The ragged pull of Lucky’s breathing was followed by the omega’s other hand sinking into his hair. “Have me then. Make love to me, Antonio.” Then he was pulled into a hungry kiss sweet with wine.

He needed no further invitation.

Undressing Lucky from his own clothing felt like a gift. Neither of them seemed eager for anything fast and rough despite their amusement at their own speeding relationship. This moment belonged to them and the stars. Something soft, slow, tender. The brush of his fingers over Lucky’s stomach as he peeled the oversized shirt from his body.

Bathed in stars and moonlight, Lucky nearly glowed. He was beautiful in ways poets would wax on about for eons. But Antonio was no poet, he could only admire the art of Lucky’s form and consider himself blessed to be the one touching him.

His fingers pressed divots into Lucky’s skin. He smelled of lavender from the bath, and that sweet saltwater taffy, and that extra sugary scent of his slick like the burnt sugar topping of a crème brulé.

Mouthwatering.

Where his fingertips brushed, he followed with his lips. Teasing nips along Lucky’s collarbone, the drag of his tongue along the dip between them. Small bites and sucking kisses to the buttery soft skin of Lucky’s chest. When he took one pink nipple into his mouth, Lucky arched into him with a sweet moan.

Lucky wasn’t passive in his pleasure. He curled fingers in Antonio’s hair, stroked the back of Antonio’s neck, and squeezed his sides. His hands couldn’t seem to stay still. They touched and tasted each other with a singular need.

Antonio took his time. He spread his attention between Lucky’s nipples until they were stiff and reddened. He left marks across Lucky’s chest. Pink ones that would darken to bruises. He would leave parts of himself all over Lucky, not out of possessive want, but in a bid to reassure. They were one. They had each other wholly.

Further down, across quivering stomach muscles where he dipped his tongue into Lucky’s bellybutton to free a laugh from the omega’s chest, and lower still to the delicate skin where his thigh met his groin.

“Mi amor. Mi amor I want to devour you always.” He whispered into soft flesh, words followed by nips and kisses.

“What a way to go.” Lucky breathed. His legs parted in welcome.

Antonio pulled Lucky’s legs over his shoulders. His fingers dug into the ample flesh of his ass, fingers sliding through the slick that gathered between his cheeks. He would never tire of this. Of the taste of Lucky on his tongue, of that first lick when Lucky’s thighs clamp around his head. He laughs into him and gets a moan in response.

He ate Lucky like a man starved. His own cock ached between his thighs, hard as steel and eager to be sheathed deep inside the warm omega. But it’s Lucky’s pleasure he wanted. To taste him as he unraveled, to revel in the knowledge that he brought Lucky to that peak.

Lucky’s fingers brushed through his hair but only one hand stayed tucked amongst the short strands. The omega’s other hand fisted his cock, stroking himself as Antonio devoured him.

With the stars as their only witness and sweat gathering in the base of his spine, Antonio was certain this was heaven. Pillowed between Lucky’s thighs was certainly a place worth dying for…

It didn’t take long. Between lapping hungrily at Lucky’s twitching hole and the omega pleasuring himself, Lucky was a whining, gasping mess. He came with a cry, nails biting into Antonio’s scalp.

He licked Lucky through it. Antonio drank the slick down, coaxing more as he worked Lucky open. The sweet taste was intoxicating.

Antonio only lifted his head when Lucky went limp. He kissed his way up to Lucky’s lower belly, licking the spend away. Lucky whined in response, trembling.

“More?” He whispered the question into Lucky’s skin.

“More.” Lucky purred the word, utterly lax for the first time since he pulled the omega from his bed.