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His h, raw, and he drankhihoute with each thrust, with each powerful stroke The air disappeared fro inside me, summoned the wave of lava, drew it closer and closer until it burst through and crashed against roaned in agony as he met his own clax with a shiver of ecstasy; then he lay on top of me, breathless and spent When he went to push off me, I wrapped every available limb I had around him and kept hiative, every doubt, every grain of insecurity, every fragment of anxiety drain out of hiertips over his back and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was happy A ray of hope broke through Maybe, just ain, did I want to taly feral being? I’d have to think on that one
We eventually found a bed with a mattress that felt like clouds I lay there curled in Reyes’s ar lulled me into a state of utter relaxation, but I couldn’t quite sleep Not because I wasn’t at peace Just the opposite I’d never felt so at peace So at ease So at home His presence was like a salve that soothedseas withinfor a second, so I lay there and drank it in
His room didn’t have much yet It didn’t even have a clock, but it did have a bed, a couple of nightstands with lamps, a chest of drawers, and a chair in one corner with a copy of a Jack Willia froe R R Martin and Tolkien to Ursula Le Guin and Asimov He was a reader And he liked fantasy and science fiction It was like he was created for me and me alone His taste, his temperament, his utter perfection Ads as well, but I chose to believe he really was created just for e Love I’d have to lend him a copy
On the other side of his bedrooainst the saainst the same wall if I had a headboard The one that caht when I’d ne with a rock band from Minnesota In all honesty, I don’t think I was even in the room when my headboard bit the dirt Possibly not even in the apartment I woke up in the stairith a new Blue &Ou But I recovered quickly after crawling back toout the ard souls who’d taken over uana nauana to a party?
I lay there a long while, basking in the war out fro to pee, then run back for round two of snuggle-palooza Then I saw his shower And I knew the true hly enjoying a e beneath a waterfall made of stone and marble Jets of water pulsated over enious invention George and decided to leave my own shower, Hector, for him Some loves were justat the shower entrance
"It looks good on you," he said, his full rin "The shower" His araze sultry, and it took a lory Long limbs and sinuous muscle molded into absolute perfection Like he’d been sculpted onto this plane then airbrushed, the artist clearly fond of fluid lines and deep shadows
"I thought it ed my mind"
"This?" I asked, astounded that he would question George’s worth "This… this e’s Not Reyes’s "How could you ever doubt hie?"
"Yes"
"How do you know?"
"Because I just naers, but they et so I came aith more of a squishy thud than a snap I’d take it "Keep up, mister, or before you know it, life will pass --" I squeaked when he stepped inside and drew ainst his chest – the airbrushed one – then bent down to nibble on my neck An electric current shot down my spine before I ca back, "you are the son of Satan Maybe we need a safe word"
His grin"Okay, how about, ‘Oh, hter burst out of me before I could stop it Not that it wasn’t "That would be a safe phrase, but okay" I thought about it, then said, "How about ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ "
He nuzzled e of pleasure to cascade over e"
"Good point But it does get the adrenaline pus"
An hour later, ere sprawled on a rug on his bathroo, stewing in astonishment for several reasons First, I had no idea a showerhead had soof beauty Third, I was beginning to feel hilean e to feel all the little intricacies of his physical reaction to stimuli The same pleasures that raced across his skin, that bucked inside hih me with a supernatural intensity I had never experienced anything like it