Nudging Rami’s legs apart, I knelt between them and lowered my mouth to his crease. He gasped in surprise, then moaned as I drove my tongue into him, his hips jumping from the rug.
I held him down and brought him to the brink, revelling in his shaky thighs and sweat-dampened skin. It had been a long time since I’d been this intimate with a man, and I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it. And this was Rami, so everything was a billion degrees hotter. Deeper. It meant more. I was so hard I honestly thought I might die if I didn’t get inside him soon.
Again, I pulled back, breathless. “I never asked you if you were okay with me fucking you.”
Rami rose on his balled-up fists, his back muscles flexing as he turned his head to look at me. “Is this you confessing to being a diehard top? Cos I don’t want to burst your bubble, but I kind of figured.”
“How?”
“Gut feeling. And it’s fine. I like it all, but every time I’ve thought about us reaching this point—which is a lot, by the way—you’ve always been fucking me, and I don’t think I could live with anything else right now.”
I love you. I pursed my lips together and reached for the lube and condoms I’d brought back from my bedside table raid. My heart thumped as I slid the condom on and lubed up, and I couldn’t take my eyes off Rami.
He watched me, his molten gaze tracking my movements. If he was nervous, it didn’t show. The only emotion I saw in him waswant.
As in, he wantedme, and I wasn’t going to keep him waiting.
He stayed on his hands and knees as I bore down on him, bringing my dick to where my tongue had already been. I slid inside, inch by inch, and his answering groan with every gentle push went straight to my balls.
I fucked him slowly, giving him time he might not have needed to adjust to me, becausedamn, I needed that time too. He was so tight and hot I couldn’t take the searing pressure—if I went too hard too fast, it would be over before we’d got started.
Gritting my teeth, I thrust inside him, finding a cadence I could handle. Rami pressed back against me, silently asking for more, but I wasn’t there.Not yet. Please not yet.
But it was him saying please that drove me on. Him saying my name in a throaty growl.
“Harder, Fen. Please. Fuck me harder.”
I couldn’t refuse him.
Grunting, I pushed him down, flattening his chest to the thick rug beneath us, and fucked him a little faster, curving my body with every thrust, sweat beading my skin.
Rami gasped, and an unholy moan escaped me. I wanted to screw him all night long, but every sound he made pushed me closer to an edge I couldn’t come back from.
It was so good it scared me.
And then it didn’t. Something clicked in my soul and I didn’t care if this was over in ten minutes. I was so hot for him there wasno waywe were only doing this once.
The thought of fucking him again sent my pulse into the stratosphere. Instinct took over, the primal kind that sent my hands to his waist to hold him tight and punched my hips forward. Harder. Faster. My thighs slapped Rami’s heated skin over and over. He shunted along the rug, and I chased him down, digging every harsh growl from him. Every snatched groan.
For long minutes, I had it—a grip on the pleasure sluicing through me. Then Rami fought his way up and pushed back against me, matching my rhythm, and I lost my head.
What happened next was a blur of the best kind. I stopped thinking. Where we were now and where we’d be tomorrow ceased to matter and it was just him and me, together, like this.
My legs started to shake, and the tremor spread to every part of my body, a tightly wound band ready to snap. Beautiful tension gripped me. I scrabbled for grip on Rami, but it eluded me and I fell forward, moulding my chest to his back.
We were one.
I steadied myself with an arm threaded around his ribcage and reached for his cock with my other hand.
It was hard and waiting, pulsing in my palm.
“Fuck.” Rami hung his head. “I’m gonna come.”
As the words left his mouth, his back arched and his muscles jumped. Hot fluid coated my hand and he made a strangled noise, shoving me off the precipice I’d been clinging to since I’d slid inside him.
I came so hard I saw stars, burying myself so deep inside him I couldn’t fathom how we’d ever be two separate souls again. I didn’twantto fathom it—I didn’t want us to be apart. Not now, not ever.
It was hardly a new realisation, but combined with the ecstasy in my veins, it was as close to magic as sex had ever been for me.