“Eight months…almost nine,” he confessed, wrapping his arms around my neck, holding on, whispering in my ear with his hot breath, “It has to be you, Eli. I have to have you. No one else will do.”
My laugh was dirty, I knew it, I could hear it, but I was too pleased with myself. I had him completely under my spell, and I was smug as hell.
“You’re so sexy, and you don’t even—Eli, please, let me go get my lube. I want you inside me so bad, I think it’s killing off brain cells.”
I chuckled against his skin, and then as he wiggled and writhed, I uncoiled his arms from around my neck and sat up, straddling his hips, hands on both sides of his head, staring down into his eyes.
“I haven’t slept with anyone in eight months either. I didn’t need to. I can take care of myself, jack off in the shower, and everything else I get from you.”
Cel reached out and took hold of my shaft, still hard, covered in his drying, sticky cum, and now leaking because I wanted him desperately.
“I’m a grown-up, Cel. I know what I need.”
“What do you need, baby?” he whispered, stroking me slowly, decadently, his thumb smearing precum over the head of my cock.
“I need you. You’re my other half,” I confessed, staring down into his beautiful eyes. “I’m sorry it took me so long. No one ever said I was bright.”
His laughter was good, strong, and joyful. “You’re very bright. In fact, you’re a genius. Now let me get the lube before I pass out with all the blood rushing to my dick.”
Rolling sideways, falling over, I watched as this incredibly beautiful man scrambled off the bed and darted out of the room, his burnished-ivory skin there on display for a moment before he disappeared. There was yelling from the other room—I’d put his things away, after all—and then I heard him running back. His artful leap from near the door, all the way to the bed, was impressive, except I had to grab him or his momentum would have carried him right into the wall.
“You caught me,” he breathed out, beaming at me.
“Don’t I always?”
“Yes,” he agreed, flipping open the lube cap. “You do.”
“Give that to me,” I groused at him, taking it out of his hands.
“I can show you how to—”
“I think I can figure out how to use lube,” I grumbled, scowling at him for good measure.
“Well, could you hurry, then, please?”
“I want to go slow. I don’t want to hurt—”
“You would never. It’s not in you,” he said before he launched himself at me, reclaiming my mouth in a kiss that was all heat and desire.
I would not be rushed, no matter what he thought I wanted. Because yes, I wanted to be inside his body as much as he wanted me there, but since he’d never given that part of himself to anyone else, we would go slow.
When I slid one slippery finger inside him, he bit down into my shoulder harder than I thought he would. The fact that I’d wrung that reaction from his body made me kiss him deeply and press a second, equally lubed finger inside his hole. I was surprised at how tight his muscles clenched, trying to keep me from easing out, but I made slow circles, pushed in, and took my time until I felt the slow stretch, the opening I was waiting on.
Breaking the kiss, I sat back and took hold of his length, pressing three fingers inside as I worked his erection in my hand, doing what I liked, building and then slowing, over and over.
“Please, baby,” he mewled, “I don’t want to come without you inside. I’ll beg you. Do you want me to beg?”
“That’s unnecessary,” I assured him, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under his ass. The mechanics I knew, but the partner was more important than ever. This was my best friend, and now my love, and I wanted it to be perfect. “I just need you to tell me if—”
“Eli,” he husked. “I would never let you hurt me, and you know I’ve never…”
“Tell me,” I ordered him.
“There’s never been anyone but you. I’ve never loved anyone but you.”
And I knew that. He was mine.
Taking hold of the back of his thighs, I held on to those beautifully toned, muscular legs and pushed inside, not stopping, watching him stroke his cock, head back, eyes closed, the flush on his skin incredibly sexy.