“More,” he begs, flaring his knees wider, making room for me to curl over him, and kiss him as I thrust my way deeper.
I fuck him in earnest, telling him how perfect he is, how good he feels, how much I missed him, how much I needed him, how much I’ll always need him. His face warps into anguish, not with pain, but the same overwhelming, agonizing ecstasy overtaking me. I fuck him hard, drawing more scintillating moans from him that raise goosebumps on my skin, and overpower the roar of the ocean.
“You told me…” he says in a breathless rush.
“What, sweetheart?” I slow, only just.
“Can I? You said I have to ask first.”
I wade through the haze of my lust. “You want to come?”
Cole nods frantically, biting into his lip, eyes pleading as he trembles beneath me, intent on keeping the promise I demanded when I was angry.
I fold back over him, and kiss him as I adjust my angle to peg his prostate. “Come for your husband.”
His eyes flare wide, and he rakes his nails down my back like he’s scrambling for safety because he’s scared by the intensity. Bliss floods my bloodstream as his cum spills between us, and he milks my cock so tightly, he’d push me out if I wasn’t fucking my way back into him with equal fervency.
Then, with Cole's name on my lips, I join him, and come in waves and waves, fucking my way in deeper, even though there’s nowhere else I can go, and each time I think I’m done, the aftershocks of his climax milk fresh waves of cum from my balls.
All the while, our locked gazes never part as we stitch our souls back together in the striations of our irises, reclaiming everything we lost, and tying stronger knots that can’t be severed, lengths of rope that will never run out, until we’re forever entangled.
TWENTY-SIX
Cole
“The parents are back together,I take it?” Lawrence asks at breakfast.
“Lawrence,” Morgan warns. “You want coffee, Sunshine?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
I check out Morgan’s muscular ass as he walks to the kitchen. His dark hair is all mussed from me roving my hands through it.
“Excuse me.” Lawrence plants his palms on the table and swings his head toward me. “Did he just saySunshine? When’s the vow renewal?”
“Sorry to tell you, but he calls me Sunshine when he’s mad at me too.” I lower onto the upholstered bench with a wince.
“Look at you, Captain Freshly Fucked,” Lawrence says.
Javi rolls his eyes. “Next time you two fuck, take it to the engine room.” He shovels scrambled eggs into his mouth, and adds, “I couldn’t sleep.”
“I told him he could jerk off with me, but he stayed up with a boner while I slept peacefully.”
“Are you saying you got off to my husband moaning?” Morgan asks, pouring coffee from the half-full pot.
“Don’t be jealous. Your moans turned me on too.”
I burst into laughter before my mug reaches my mouth and nearly scald my crotch.
Morgan narrows his eyes on Lawrence.
“What did you think was going to happen when your hips rocked a boat full of horny men?” Lawrence asks.
Javi scoots out of the bench. “Not all of us are into men, or want to hear their friends fucking. Wear a gag next time. We don’t get enough sleep as it is.”
“See. He’s no fun anymore,” Lawrence says.
“It’s not about fun. It’s about safety. People make mistakes when they’re sleep deprived and mistakes kill out here.”