Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Want you inside me,” he said in the same broken voice. “Need to feel you.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d asked me to top him, but I’d definitely noticed he usually only did it when he was feeling particularly close to me. I wasn’t sure what was going on in his head, but I was more than happy to take care of him. Always.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” I promised, moving down to remove the rest of his clothes. “Going to make you feel so damned good. Don’t move.”
He watched me with that special expression of love he got sometimes that still made my stomach swoop. Once both of us were blessedly naked, I stretched out over him again and rubbed myself all over him while kissing him deeply again. I relished the feel of his big hands gripping my ass and pulling me tight against him. I loved the sounds he made as he deepened the kiss and thrust our cocks together.
I reached for the bottle of lube and began fingering him while watching his face for his reactions. When his eyes rolled back in his head, I knew he was ready for me.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned. “Why don’t I let you top me more often?”
“I’ve often wondered that myself,” I teased. “Maybe you’re ready to become a pillow princess after all.”
He huffed out a laugh. “No, that tiara is reserved for you.”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered, pushing his knees up toward his chest. I leaned in and stole another kiss before pressing into his tight heat. The combination of both of our groans filled the room, and I took a moment to let him adjust. “Oh god, Jon. Fuck you feel good.”
He pulled my face down for another kiss, but when I pulled back and thrust forward again, he lost the ability to focus on the kiss. The noises he made were unintelligible which meant I was doing an okay job of it.
I put my hand on his throat and began thrusting in earnest, watching his eyes flutter every time my dick brushed against the right spot. I loved seeing him let go like this. His whimpers and pleading noises finally turned into puppy dog eyes begging me to push him over the edge.
“I love you,” I said, denying his grip on his own dick. “That’s mine.”
“Cal, baby. Please. I can’t… I…”
I slowed down to an impossible drag in and out. His flushed face began to bead with sweat. “Killing me,” he breathed. “Cal…”
“I love you,” I said again. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops every day, but I especially wanted him to hear it right now, when we were the closest we could physically be. “I will love you for the rest of my life.”
He blinked at me. “Please.”
I pulled back and slammed into him, pulling on his dick at the same time with a hand still slick with lube. He arched up and screamed, shooting his release all over his chest and my hand.
Seeing him spread out like that, knees wide open and hairy abdomen covered in cum, was enough for me even without the hot squeeze of his body around my shaft.
“Fuck,” I grunted as my orgasm hit. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
I shot deep inside him, releasing the pent-up need from several days without him. When I finally let go of his legs and collapsed on top of him, his arms came around me and held me close.
“I love you too. More than I ever thought possible,” he said into the quiet room once our breathing evened out and my soft cock slipped free.
I leaned up and met his eyes. “I have something for you.”
He frowned. “That’s not how birthdays work.”
“Really? Hm. Weird.” I moved off him and made my way to our bathroom where I washed up and prepped a cloth for him.
I returned to clean him up, giving him a deferential bow as I approached. “Your jizz servant at your service, sir,” I murmured politely as I assaulted him with the washcloth.
“That’ll be all, Jizz Boy,” he said with a sniff.
“Well, that backfired,” I muttered. After tossing the washcloth back toward the bathroom, I went over to the dresser and pulled out the little wrapped box.
He looked startled and almost leery. “What’s that? You… no. You shouldn’t have gotten me something. I got you something. That’s not… it’s…”
I shrugged. “Okay. Then I’ll open yours first. You can open this later.”
He tilted his head. “Just like that?”
I nodded. “Just like that.”
Worth took a moment to think about it. “How about this. How about we both take our presents out onto the private dock and exchange them there?”
The man knew how much I loved watching the summer sunset, especially from the dock in front of our cabin. I hopped up and looked around for my clothes. “Great idea! Perfect.”