Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

He looks like he’s mine.

“I’m sure.” Our lips collide and his tongue slides deep into my mouth. He lifts me off the floor, pinning me to the wall, and with one hard pump he’s deep inside of me.

We both moan softly because, oh God, this is beautiful. Julian moves slowly, gently, and I can feel every damn vein on his cock.

The physical feelings I’m having…

The emotional.

I feel so much closer to him than I should.

He hooks my thighs up over his forearms, gripping my behind and bringing me onto him to slide in deep.

I whimper, “Jules.”

“I know, baby.” He drops his head and begins to give it to me slow and deep. The slapping of the water on our skins echoes all around, and I cry out, unable to hold my orgasm in any longer.

Julian inhales sharply, pushing himself deeper than he’s ever been, and he comes in a rush inside of me.

Our bodies jerk and shiver as we ride our waves of pleasure.

We kiss a slow, gentle, loving kiss.

His touch is electric.

“What are you doing to me?” he eventually whispers as the water runs down over his head.

“I’m taking care of my man,” I answer quietly.

His eyes search mine and I feel there’s something more he wants to say.

Instead, he kisses me softly and I smile against him, my heart melting even more. I can’t believe we just did that.

Every day we take another few steps up the intimacy ladder and no matter what we tell each other.

We both know this is more.

The clocks strike midnight, and I’m still trying to put my finger on what’s going on with him this evening. We’re in bed together and his head is resting on my chest. He’s soft, relaxed, and so fucking beautiful it hurts my heart.

Something’s changed.

Everything’s changed.

“You said something the other day and I can’t stop thinking about it,” he says.

“What’s that?” I kiss his temple.

“You said that your ex-boyfriend had psychological problems and that you stayed with him to try and fix him.”

I frown to myself, how does he remember that? “Yes.”

“What was wrong with him?”

I brush my cheek against his. “He’s a beautiful man… but he was abused as a child by an uncle and that fucked with his head.” “As it would.”

“Most definitely.” I sigh. “But it rewired something inside of him.”

Julian looks up at me. “He turned gay?”