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“Ah, Jesus, Spence,” Emilio groaned. “So tight.”
Hearing Emilio’s voice, shaky with need, ramped up Spencer’s arousal. He had done that; he had made Emilio moan. He was the reason the thickly muscled body behind him was trembling. It was a powerful feeling, knowing he could give Emilio pleasure. He moved his right hand to Emilio’s hip, holding on tightly. Then he looked back over his shoulder, lifted his left arm behind his head and cupped Emilio’s neck.
With their gazes locked together and their breath mingling, Spencer pushed back while Emilio pressed forward, neither of them stopping until Emilio’s balls were nestled against Spencer’s backside.
“Love you,” Emilio said into Spencer’s mouth before kissing him gently. “Make me feel so good.”
“Me too.”
With his eyes locked on Spencer’s, Emilio slowly dragged his dick out until just the glans was inside, then he thrust forward, burying himself back inside.
“Ungh,” Spencer moaned. “Again.”
“Yeah?”
Spencer nodded. “’S good.” He reached for Emilio’s hand and placed it over his groin. “I’m not scared,” he said truthfully.
Emilio gave him a soft smile and kissed the side of his lips. Then he sat back on his heels and pulled Spencer down with him so he was sitting on Emilio’s lap with that thick shaft buried deep inside.
“Together,” Emilio said.
Spencer rested his head on Emilio’s shoulder and bounced in counterpoint to Emilio, moving up when Emilio dropped down and pushing back when Emilio thrust up. The room filled with sounds of their bodies slapping together, Emilio sliding his hand over Spencer’s shaft, and both of them grunting.
“God,” Spencer moaned. “You fill me just right.” He sped up his pace. “It’s better than I remembered.”
Emilio tweaked his nipples, fisted his dick, and pumped hard and deep into his body, faster and faster.
“Oh! Almost there,” Spencer gasped in surprise. “Don’t want to stop. Never want to stop.”
“We won’t,” Emilio promised him. “We can do this again whenever you want, cariño. For always.”
Spencer looked into his eyes, still moving on and off his dick. “Promise?”
“Yeah,” Emilio said, and then his eyes widened and he picked up the pace of his thrusts and tugged frantically on Spencer’s dick. “Spence!”
“Oh God, I’m there.” Spencer dropped down as hard as he could onto Emilio’s lap and when Emilio’s thumb rubbed over his crown, he screamed and came.
The first shot hit the base of his neck, the second his chest. He lost track after that, the pleasure so intense he forgot to breathe and the world went a little black around the edges. When he could finally focus again, he found himself lying on Emilio’s chest, both of them stretched across the bed, Emilio peppering his cheek and neck with kisses.
Spencer wiggled around until he could connect his mouth with Emilio’s and then he licked and nibbled on his lips. They stayed quiet save for a few moans and whimpers, exchanging kisses and touches, and Spencer realized it had never been like that. Not with any of his boyfriends, not even before he had been hurt. Not ever.
Emilio was special—that was something Spencer had known from the start. But it was more than that. Their connection was unique. With two decades of dating under his belt, Spencer understood that, understood he needed to cherish the relationship and hang on tight.
He lifted his face, gazed into Emilio’s eyes, and said, “Thank you.”
“I was just gonna say the same thing.” Emilio brushed his fingers through Spencer’s hair. “Thank you for trusting me, cariño.”
“You make it easy.”
Emilio beamed. “Good.” He squeezed Spencer tightly. “Wanna take a nap?”
“Mmm hmm.” Spencer found the blanket, shook it out, and then draped it over their bodies. He snuggled up to Emilio, his head on Emilio’s broad shoulder, his hand on Emilio’s muscular chest, and his leg draped over Emilio’s hip. With a contented sigh, Spencer closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.
“WHERE’RE you going?” Spencer mumbled when Emilio started climbing out of bed Friday morning.
He turned around and kissed one of Spencer’s closed eyelids. “Gotta go to work. Call me when you wake up.”
“Mmm.” Spencer reached out and grabbed Emilio’s wrist. “Don’t want you to go.” He wiggled over to where Emilio was sitting and kissed his knee, then he dropped his hand onto Emilio’s lap and went straight for his dick, trailing his fingers over it. “Do you have time to stay for a little longer?”
“Goddamn.” Emilio shivered. Once Spencer’s barriers had come down, he had been relentless. They had spent the entire weekend in bed, and Spencer had pounced on him the second he walked in the door every evening. “My dick’s never had so much activity in such a short period of time.”
“Is that a complaint?” Spencer asked as he started rubbing him. “Are you sore?” Spencer’s hot breath ghosted over Emilio’s glans. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
