Scratch the Surface

He was chuckling as he climbed onto the bed, holding himself above me as he reached me, only his lips touching mine. “I’ve never kissed anyone as much as I’ve kissed you.”

Each drugging slide of his lips made me writhe under him, my hands on his nipples, on his pectorals, gliding down his stomach and reaching for his cock. It was like a velvet club in my hand, thick and long and leaking precum I smeared over the tip. “Good, because I love kissing you. I loved it the first night, and I love it now.”

It hit me then that he’d never had boyfriends. He’d never made love before. His experience with sex was with strangers, which didn’t often lead to the intimacy that was kissing. Did he ever let himself go, or was he always careful and contained? We’d both been living in the past; I was reticent to trust, and he was being careful not to lose me. But I was on solid ground, and he was slowly finding his own. While my issues had been with my heart and head, and both were aligned now, his were with his heart and body. I’d claimed his heart, but his body was still living in the past, where it had been for sale.

He bent to take my mouth again.

“Did you break your rule with me?” I asked instead of lifting for him.

“My rule?”

“In bed, with clients?”

His scowl was instant and dark. “I don’t wanna talk about––”

“But I do,” I made clear, stroking his cock.

His breath caught as his hips snapped forward, instinctively driving his length into my grip, needing more friction.

“I don’t need to be seduced; I belong to you. I’m yours.” He sank down over me, all that muscle and smooth, warm, sleek skin pressed to mine, our cocks sliding together, slippery with precum.

“Tell me,” I ordered, bending my knees and rubbing my feet over his calves.

“Yes.” His gaze was molten. “I broke all my rules that night.”

“When you kissed me?”

“Yes.” The word a mere whisper.

“When you stayed?”

He shivered, and I got a nod.

“I wanted you to come inside me that first time. I wanted to feel all the heat and wet in my ass and on my thighs, and I want that now, forever, because you’re only mine.”

“Cam,” he ground out, brows furrowed, like he was in pain.

“Listen,” I began, taking his face in my hands, my fingers in the beard I couldn’t get enough of. “I will always say yes to you, and nothing you want to do will ever scare me. You understand?”

“You don’t know what I might want.”

“I don’t care,” I promised him and meant it, because my faith in the man was already absolute. I knew him. “The only thing I can’t do is share. I will never share you, because I can’t. It’s not the way I’m made.”

His breath hitched. “No, I couldn’t—I can’t—it can only be you and me.”

“You and me,” I agreed, smiling up at him. “So stop being careful.”

Another nod, and he looked across the room.

“Look at me.”

It took several moments before he turned his head and his eyes met mine.

“You will never be alone again, not ever, and I’m yours in every way.”

The exhale, long and shaky, spoke volumes. I’d thought the last of his walls had shattered, but I was wrong. This was it, the final barrier, his worry, his self-imposed limits on what he’d allow himself to do, what he’d let me see, was crumbled.

“Whatever you want or need, I’ll give it to you, and you take the same from me.”

“Anything I want or need?” he asked under his breath.

“Yes,” I vowed, wiggling under him, crying out as he took both of us in hand and squeezed, stroking from root to head. “Please, I won’t break, honey. Let me see you.”

He ground his mouth down over mine, and I moaned deep, hearing the snap of the lube, wondering where he’d pulled it from, jolting under him as he slid a slick finger inside of me.

When he broke the kiss, he licked a long line up my throat and then dipped lower, adding a second finger to my ass, in and out, making circles as he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, and then bit gently but firmly. I had no idea I would like that, and yielding to an impulse, I ground down onto his fingers.

“A little pain,” he growled softly, “just a bit, is so good.”

Second nipple and I had my hands fisted in his hair to keep him sucking and biting and pulling. When the third finger went in my ass, I worked myself there, planting my feet for leverage so I could move forward and back, loving the stretch but needing more.

He went lower, over my abdomen, sucking and licking before laving the head of my cock with his hot tongue as his fingers grazed my prostate and I yelled his name.