I’ve hit complications in relationships before, but I assumed that Elliott and I wouldn’t come up against the same issues as everyone else.

Turns out we do.

And so, where to start when thrown a curve ball like that?

Right, slap bang at the beginning again. That’s where.

“Let’s slow everything down,” I suggest. “There’s no rush. We want to spend the rest of our lives together, so let’s just take our foot off the gas and figure this stuff out. Neither of us has done very well so far. Let’s just back off.”

And so, that’s what we decide to do.

After we’ve made love.

Of course.

We are two hot-blooded males after all.

But, even that takes a bit more warming up to than I’m happy with. We’ve had our chat. We've made our plans to meet up next weekend and really throw ourselves into this woodcutting challenge so that we have a joint purpose outside of work.

And then we sit there, like we’ve just signed a business contract. Two dumb mutes, facing each other like this is the first time we’ve met, and we’re unsure how to take this to the next level.

El starts it in the end. He shuffles off his chair and kneels in front of me as though pleading forgiveness.

I’m about to tell him enough already, when he pulls at the band of my training shorts. Instinctively, I lift my hips for him and before I know it, I’m naked from the waist down.

Elliott sucks me, kneading my length between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. That kind of action makes me stiffen almost immediately and within seconds my pulsing cock is crashing against the back of his throat.

The room is silent other than the sound of Elliott devouring me and the fire crackling in the background. I have to force myself to let go, reminding myself that this is my husband and that I love him. I want to be inside him just as much as he wants to take me.

But my hips don’t move the way we’re used to.

I scoot forward in the seat, willing myself to calm down and let loose. And eventually as Elliott places suction around my head and tongues my slip, I start to move with him, our bodies connecting where our minds cannot.

Elliott’s hands reach mine, and we interlock both as we relearn how we should be together, as we let our bodies take the lead in dragging us back to where we want to be.

And it’s that moment, that intimate locking of our hands, when my body finally alights. A fireball curls my toes then charges through every nerve, whipping away my breath and snapping my head back as I thrust down the length of Elliott’s eager throat.

My fingers lance through his hair, grabbing his head and pulling him forward until he chokes, but his hunger keeps him going harder and faster. The movement of his throat against my cock as he struggles to swallow pulls my balls tight as I arch my back and cry out his name.

I slam my hands against his shoulders driving him backwards until he’s seated on his haunches, red lips swollen, eyes watering as he gasps for air.

“Strip,” I instruct.

He doesn’t need telling twice and by the time I’ve pulled my top over my shoulders he’s already naked and stroking his length. Ah, how I’ve missed this, missed him and what we are together.

I watch as he tunnels his rock-solid dick through his palm, focusing on the way his hand moves around his cock then slowly fist my own. I bite my lip, turned on to a totally new level as he eye fucks me. His tongue flicks across his top layer of teeth, and I growl, fighting not to release right then and there in his fucking face.

His eyes glint, an ember of understanding flicking through their icy heat, and a lazy smile curls up the corner of his lips.

“Get on the bed. I want to own you again.”

His eyes burn through my skin, watching my every move as I walk away from him, reach the bed, turn, and sit on the edge before lying back and lifting my ankles so my knees are bent up high, allowing Elliott a generous eyeful of what he owns.

He shifts in the gap between us, still kneeling and places one hand each on the inside of my thigh, and he pulls me towards him as he spreads me wide.

And then he does what he loves to do. His tongue buries inside me, channeling out a slick path. The nerves around my rim spark as he teases them with his hot, wet mouth. He sucks and my eyes almost pop out of my head as I expand, begging to be taken by him.

He moves my hands from where I’ve been palming myself and strokes them firmly until they rest on my butt, asking me to take over forcing myself wide open. My balls ache as I leave my cock pulsing against the hard muscle of my abs. I spread my legs and pull so Elliott can slot his finger and his tongue inside. He twists at his knuckle, pulls out, adds another finger while cupping my balls in his mouth and scissors inside me, knocking against my prostate. Without even touching my cock, he forces its end to leak in an impatient outpouring of desire.

“You’d better be quick. I can’t hold on much longer.” My words are peppered between gasps for air.

When he knocks his cock against my entrance, wet from his mouth and my own excitement, I shift my hips up. My sinful invitation is nothing short of desperate for him to slide inside and possess me. With a flick of his wrist, he’s lubed up and “oh...” The groan floats free and he matches it with his own.