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“Bennett,” I said.I love you. I love you. I love you.
We came together. Bennett’s hole constricted around my cock as I spasmed inside him, flooding his body with me. He unleashed stripes of thick come inside my fist, bursting beyond to decorate his smooth belly. He cried out my name, the second syllable long and drawn out as he continued to come.
I let out a feral, guttural moan as I buried my cock as far into him as I could. Shoving hard enough that his head slammed into the cushioned headboard. Spurt after spurt ejected from my cock. My vision went white as all of my nerve endings blasted my brain with euphoria.
When vision returned, I sagged over Bennett. His leg had come off my shoulder at some point, hips wide and knees bent to keep me where I was. Sweat slicked our bodies, come painted our skin. I blinked to try and focus my eyes, to find his.
His were closed. Head tilted back. Quick and light breaths going in and out of his mouth. He swallowed. Opened his eyes. Electric blue.
Then, a smile.
“Welcome back,” I said.
“Fuck,” he said.
I laughed, air passing through my nose. “I have you saying all kinds of things lately.”
He nodded, then dropped his head back to the pillow. He closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he was telling someone no. His lips drew back into a frown.
“Bennett?”
His eyes squeezed. I saw a tear pop in the corner.
Oh god, no. No. Please, no.
“Bennett…”
“I’m fine,” he said with no waver in his voice. “I’m fine, I swear. I just…” He opened his eyes, which glistened with wetness. “I’m free. I feel freed. There was this weight and now it’s…” He held up his hands and gestured at nothing.
Break the tension. Make Benny laugh.
“Y’know, I’ve been told that my dick is transcendental.”
Bennett cackled, then tried and failed to slap me. I pressed my lips into his, used one hand to wipe the corner of his eye while I used the other to help slide myself out of him. He shuddered and I made him forget with another kiss.
We rolled on the bed to push aside the covers so we could slip under them. We faced each other as our arms wrapped around the other. I gently ran my thumb along his jawline. Kissed the tip of his nose.
“Just like the river,” Bennett said in a quiet whisper.
“Better than the river,” I responded immediately. “Way, way better than the river.”
I love you, Bennett. The words never left my lips. Too much too soon. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe in another week. My love for him wasn’t going anywhere. We could wait. We could enjoy the night.
We lay together in that embrace until the tealight candles burned out. When the darkness came, I kissed Bennett again. And oh how he kissed me back.
ChapterSixteen
IWOKEBENNETTup in the middle of the night in the only way anyone should be woken up in the middle of the night.
He had been plastered against my skin. Following a second round of lovemaking after the candles burned off, we fell asleep, my chest to his back. At some point we moved about, me flat on my back and him tucked into my side. I sweat like a sauna on a cool day and having him beside me felt like an inferno—and I didn’t care. Let me soak through his new sheets, as long as I lay next to him.
The digital clock on his dresser informed me that the wee hour of four in the morning approached. He stirred only a little as I un-grappled our bodies and slithered beneath the sheets. His nakedness stretched before me, the air humid and thick with briny musk. I grew instantly hard from the headiness of the aroma alone.
I slipped his softened cock into my mouth. Cupped the hot weight of his balls in my hand and ran my fingers along the space between them and his ass. In seconds, his cock stiffened in my mouth. Up top, I heard him moan something incomprehensible. No alarming sounds, or fidgety responses. I read that as a sign to keep going and plunged down farther.
Bennett wasthick,just like the rest of him. I could really wrap my hands around the base of his cock, savor the rotund head by yawning my jaw open to taste him. My tongue lapped along the underside of his head and I felt his knees tremble. I worked around the tip, letting my spit ooze out of my mouth and dribble down the shaft where I worked my hand, sliding up and down.
Bennett’s hands slid under the sheets to weave through my hair. His fingertips pressed into my scalp. He didn’t guide my head, telling me what he wanted. It was like he simply wanted something to hold on to. I let him, determined to go at my own pace, to enjoy giving him pleasure. It was one of my pitfalls during our summer together. Bennett always seemed to enjoy going down on me and I only did so a few times on him. Now, I wanted to show him how far I’ve come.
