I let out a short breath as he pulled his t-shirt off in one easy swoop, dropping it on the floor as he went. My eyes ran over his back, taking in his muscles, all the way down to his tight ass. I’d made the mistake of avoiding looking at him properly for months, and suddenly I was overwhelmed by how stunning he was.
Everyone knew he was attractive, but seeing him in that light, knowing we were about to have sex, it changed everything. Muscles and lines of his body felt different since I knew they were soon going to be pressed against me.
Dom told me how much he wanted to fuck me, but would he still feel the same when I removed my clothes and he saw how much of me there really was?
“You don’t need to worry so much, Harry,” he said as he twisted, giving me a full view of his chest and hard stomach. “I can practically hear your mind buzzing.” He smirked. “Just come here and let me take care of you.”
Desire hummed through me as I stepped down the corridor towards him like prey entering a predator's lair.
He held my gaze as he unbuckled his belt, bending down to throw off his shoes and socks before I reached him. Each move he made was sexier than the last, and my heart stopped as he hooked his fingers under his waistband.
I sucked in a breath, expecting him to reveal his cock straight away. But he pushed at his trousers, and his boxers stayed on his hips.
“I know what you wanted there.” A shiver went through me at his heated expression. “But I need to see you naked as well.”
Reaching an arm inside the bedroom, he hit the light and turned back to me with that devilish gleam in his eye, the one that always put me on edge.
“After you,” he said, refusing to step back, so I had to press against his chest as I moved past him, the bulge of his hard cock sweeping over my hip.
It was really happening. We were really going to do it.
The first thing my gaze landed on was his bed. I’d seen it enough times to remember what it looked like, all so I could fantasise about it. Padded headboard, a solid base, thick mattress; even the green duvet and pillows I pictured were the same. And the same bedside table, mirror, and closet doors. But I knew I was focusing on the practical details because otherwise I would think about how it was the bed where Dom stroked hiscock when I fingered myself on the other end of the phone. I didn’t have to ask if he came to the sound of my voice. He told me himself.
Dom moved in behind me, and his fingers danced along my arms before he wrapped his around my chest
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his stubble pressed against my beard. “We don’t have to do anything. I just want to touch you so badly.”
He sighed into me, and the warmth of his naked chest through my shirt made me relax. I let him pull me close, lifting my hand to clutch at his wrist just above my nipple.
And that's when he ground his hard cock against my ass.
I hissed in surprise as he chuckled, and it vibrated through me. A new wash of nerves scattered over me as he rolled his hips, and I moaned gently as I gave in to the feeling of him.
I'd seen so many parts of Dom through the years together, but his cock wasn't one of them. Even when I fantasised about him, it wasn't a clear picture. Now I needed more than anything to see him— all of him.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he nudged his nose against my ear.
“You,” I replied, my fingers tightening around his wrist. “It’s just you, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
I didn't know if I should ask, because I didn't want to know how much time we lost by not being together.
I wasn't even ready to see him naked. In the months of spiraling in these feelings, I didn't want to waste another moment when it felt like our masks had been ripped off.
“How long have you known?” I said, my voice quiet. Need streamed between us as his fingers brushed over my chest.
I instantly wanted to suck it in and hide myself from him. But he flattened his hand over me, firmly pushing my stomach, all so he could grind his cock harder against my back.
“Known what, handsome?” His tone was like a soothing note that flowed over me. I’d missed him so deeply that just the sound of him made me needy.
“That you loved me?” I finally asked.
Dom squeezed me, his head dipping to peck my cheek. “Honestly? I think since we first met.” He blew out a weighty breath. “I just knew that I needed you in my life.” He chuckled against my throat before he kissed it.
“So you forced your way in?” I smirked. There wasn’t a single chance I would have spoken to him properly if he hadn't done that.
He froze against me, the warmth building between us sucked out of the room as tension seeped from his hard muscles. His hand stilled, denting my stomach, and I worried I'd thrown him off.