He gently lowers me onto the mattress and both his hands bracket my torso as he stares down at me. Something flashes through those hazel depths. Lust, need, and an emotion I can’t recognize. Because I can’t even think past this insatiable hunger for him.
My hands move to his face, and I lean up and capture his mouth again, and he groans against me. I can feel the need vibrating within me.
I fumble with the shirt I’m wearing, but I’m trembling too hard to actually take it off. Who has time for clothing? Luke was right, it feels like a prison right now. I’m going to just walk around naked when he’s around so I can just sit on him whenever I feel like it, without any hinderance.
“Let me,” Luke says, peeling it right over my head. “I’ve had dreams of this,” he adds. But I don’t have time to really process it. I just keep kissing him, breathing his essence into me. He’s so good, always so good. My hands move from his back up to his hair, and I clutch him to me.
“Please,” I mutter against his mouth. “Luke. Fuck me.”
“Oh shit,” he whispers as he arches against me, and I let out a needy gasp.
“Need you,” I tell him between kisses, my one hand fumbling with the button on his pants. He leans back, and I whimper, our lips disconnecting with a pop, but I’m placated when he rips his pants off and then mine.
“Lube,” I say, managing to think clearly for just one second before my thoughts are consumed with just him.
He fumbles for it on the nightstand and then falls back onto me, his mouth melting into mine again.
“Now,” I say as I push on his shoulders, rolling us over. My thighs are bracketing his, and I let my hands wander across his heaving chest. I reach for the lube, dribbling some on the tip of his straining cock, and lower my fist down his hard length, spreading the lube, and he moans, his eyelids fluttering.
And because I can’t stop myself, because I’m so fuckingthirsty, I lean down and press my mouth against his again.
“I’m going to fuck you, Luke,” I say, licking my way across his lips. “You’re going to fill me so good.”
“Fuck,” he gasps as I lower myself onto him. My front hole taking him in, inch by delicious inch.
God, it feels so good to be stuffed full like this. It’s been years since I’ve had a cock inside of me.
And it feels so right because it’s him.
He’s here.
I take him all the way to the hilt and then bring myself to his very tip before impaling myself once more. He’s filling me, stretching me, leaving his mark inside of me. I memorize each thrust, gasp, and moan to replay when I lie awake at night. I’m never forgetting this.
Never.
“Eli,” Luke says, reaching up, his thumbs brushing against my wet cheeks. “Don’t cry. Is this okay? Do you feel good?” I nod frantically and ride him harder.
“Missed you.” It’s all I can say. It’s all that needs to be said at this moment. He has to know. He has to know how much this means to me. What I’m giving him. What he means to me. I need to tell him, but I can’t think. I’ll tell him when I can form words again. No more keeping things inside. I’m going to be open from here on out.
I clutch onto him, my mouth never leaving his. My tears mix with our sweat as he bends his knees and fucks into me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, running his hands over my shoulders, and down my back. He grasps onto my hips, his fingertips leaving lasting impressions on my skin.
When we crest, we do it together.
He moans into my mouth as he releases into me and I spasm around him, and then we kiss ourselves lazily off the precipice.
We don’t let go, even after we’re done. I just keep him inside of me, never wanting to separate from him again.
“Luke,” I say, resting my forehead against his.
Those hazel eyes meet mine, and I gently cradle his face in my hands.
“Don’t ever leave me again,” I whisper. “I know I was wrong and that I pushed you away, but always come back. Please. I need you. Be patient with me.”
He clutches me to him and pulls my lips back to his. We stay like that for ages, just eating at each other. We’re hungry for it. For what this could be. For what this is.
When we finally pull apart, my lips are swollen, and my cheeks are abraded by the scruff on his face.