He stood up and grabbed me in a rush, pushing me back into the wall and crushing his mouth to mine. His heart was pounding against my chest, hands shaking as they fumbled with the buttons of my shirt.
It was a blur as he dragged me into the bedroom and stripped us both naked, then pushed me back onto the bed and covered me with his body. His lips and tongue and teeth were everywhere, his breaths heavy against my skin.
I was panting, unable to speak as long fingers stretched me open in preparation. He spilled some of the oil in his haste, shaking as hard as I was, and then he was pushing inside me and fucking me so hard I had to grip onto his wrists to steady myself.
“Ash.” His black eyes were anguished as he stared down at me, skin flushed and dark hair hanging in his face.
He said it again on a ragged moan as he buried his face in my neck. I threaded my fingers through his hair, moaning with every hard thrust of his cock into my body. His smooth stomach rubbed against my aching dick and my legs wrapped around his flexing backside. I cried out when he started pounding into me even faster.
He was moaning into my neck, his back curved over me and his arms framing my head, fingers clenching tight in my hair. I felt his teeth against the bend of my neck, his moans growing desperate.
He abruptly leaned up, and his eyes were wild when he stared down at me.
“Say it.” His voice was a hoarse, pleading rasp, his thrusts turning jerky. “Say it again.”
My breath hitched in time with each hard jerk of his hips.
“I—I love you,” I said, biting down on my lower lip as my eyes threatened to roll back from the pleasure of his cock mercilessly grinding against my prostate.
Lonan’s eyes flared, brows pinching in anguish a split second before he let out a choked groan and buried his face back into my neck. His hips bucked, and he pressed deep as his cock flexed.
I groaned at the feel of him coming inside me, kissing his damp hairline and the sensitive tip of his pointed ear. My cock was a steel bar between our tightly pressed stomachs, pulsing with the need to join him.
Lonan was trembling, panting against my neck, but he slid down my body as soon as he recovered. I groaned through clenched teeth when he swallowed my cock, moaning hoarsely around my achingly stiff length.
He sucked like he was desperate to taste me, and I jerked when long fingers trailed over my tight sac to circle my slick hole. He teased it before sliding a finger inside and stroking softly over my swollen, sensitive prostate.
I choked out a hoarse sound. “Lonan.”
He moaned and wound his tongue lovingly around my weeping tip. Wet slurping noises filled the otherwise quiet cottage as he sucked me back into his hot mouth, a second finger joining the one inside me.
I let out a hard breath and threaded my fingers through his hair, holding his head still as my hips jerked. Lonan choked a little, and I almost stopped and apologised, but then my head was craning back as the orgasm hit in a blinding, bone-melting rush. I heard him moan low, felt it vibrate along my pulsing shaft. He swallowed everything I gave him hungrily, lapping at my tip for more when it finally stopped.
We were both breathing hard when a languid, satiated calm fell. I looked down at Lonan, sifting my fingers through his hair as he nuzzled the thatch at the root of my cock and breathed deep.
Despite the sated bliss curling through me, a stab of pain tightened my chest. I wished he would say the words back to me. I ached to hear him tell me he loved me as much as I loved him.
But maybe he didn’t. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he had no concept of love, had never experienced it, so didn’t know what it felt like.
Or maybe he was telling me in other ways, besides words. Maybe he was saying it in the way he pressed tender kisses down the length of my softening shaft, down my inner thighs, over my hipbones.
Because as he slid up and rested his cheek on the centre of my chest, his body relaxing on top of mine and his long hair trailing over my skin, Ifeltloved. Even though he didn’t say a single thing.