I was melting, sinking into him. He explored every inch of my mouth, tasting me, lips moulding, pants and grunts lost in our chorus of passion. We rocked against each other and found a steady rhythm amidst our frantic kisses.
His fingers lightly skimmed my shoulder, dancing over my waist, his thumb running along the line of my stomach as he reached my hips. I was so consumed with his kiss that it was only when his strong fingers pressed against my thigh that I gasped.
I pulled back, another solid beat of my heart in my chest sending nerves spiralling through me.
He was only inches away from my cock. Though my trousers blocked him, the heat of his palm burned through them. He pushed, widening my legs, making space for him.
“Last time we were interrupted, but this time, I won’t stop,” he murmured, his hand creeping closer. I was already hard. I had been ready for him for so long that there was no hesitation from me.
I rolled my hips with the confidence that had built up from a month of sexting with my fiancée, with the woman I was supposed to love.
“Then don’t,” I said to him, scarcely believing that I was saying it out loud.
I groaned as he cupped me, pleasure flooding through me. I pushed my hips toward him, grinding against his hand.
“Dom,” I choked out as he buried his lips in the crook of my neck, pushing harder against me.
“Keep saying it,” he ordered, nudging his nose against my ear just as his fingers swept the top of my cock through my trousers.
I cried out, spreading open, holding onto him like I’d lose him if I let go. My body was on fire; I could barely breathe; thoughtsracing through my mind so quickly that I didn’t even want to listen.
“My name, handsome. Keep saying my name.” His fingers outlined my cock, running from base to tip as I buckled under him.
The second his hand left, I grabbed his shoulders. “Come back.” He couldn’t stop as soon as he’d begun.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose. He stroked higher, until the button of my trousers popped open and his warm fingers slid under the waistband of my briefs.
“Dom,” I gasped as my hands fisted against his shoulders. His touch was setting off sparks of pleasure, making me more sensitive wherever he touched.
“Yeah, just like that,” he said as his teeth scraped against my collarbone. He gently bit down on my neck and I shuddered under him as he stroked the thick hair that led down to my cock.
“Oh God,” I whispered, my eyes wide as he lifted his head and watched me with such a tender smile that all my hesitations fell away. “Oh God, Dom.” My chest heaved as he brushed my bare cock.
I cried out, shivering as Dom's tongue creased my lips, his own hips grinding between my knees.
Like he said, he didn’t stop, using his wrist to push away my briefs and freeing my cock. Dom looked down as he wrapped his fingers around me, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as his thumb traced my slit. “Dom, please,” I gasped.
“What is it, handsome?”
“I need…” I shook under him as he held his hand still. He loved to tease me, but I didn't want him to draw it out.
“Come on, say it.” He grinned.
The words were so hard to push out. I had fantasised about this so many times and said it to myself in private, but it was nerve-wracking, and still wrong.
“Dom,” I said, my breath trembling. “I need more.” Something released inside me. Tight tension that had been suffocating me for a month sprung free from those simple words.
There was a pause, and I looked up at him. His softness had morphed into the pain that he held on the yacht.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that again, do you?” he sighed.
I furrowed my brow, but he didn’t give me time to ask what he meant as he stroked me fully, all the way to the base of my cock.
I moaned as pleasure ripped through me, and I thrust my hips, desperate for his touch.
“Fucking hell, Harry,” he rasped, dropping back down to kiss me again.
I had to feel him close to me so I knew that all of this was real. Because I couldn’t tell if this meant the same to him as it did to me.