We stepped onto my jet the next morning, but I already felt like I was walking on clouds. I had to hold myself back from showing it because I was still trying to let Damon know that what he did yesterday morning was something I definitely did not want to happen again. But as far as apologies went, I had to admit, Damon was doing pretty good.

“Get comfortable in the lounge,” I told him as I headed back to the conference room. “I’ve got to touch base with my EA and see how it went after things boiled over at the expo last night.”

“You got it, boss,” he said with a hint of sarcasm and a wink that made my heart melt.

I hoped that by the time I turned my face away to head into the conference room, the big stupid smile on my face was hidden.

Who was I kidding? I knew myself. Of course it wasn’t.

I shut the door behind me and sat down in front of a screen that rose directly out of the conference table, installed for my convenience. I had a Skype call scheduled for a couple minutes from now, and I was ready to get it over with and have it behind me.

A few taps on the screen later, and I was looking at Mark, one of my interns who was looking bright-eyed and alert as usual. He wasn’t as much of a type A as I was, but he was an ambitious sort who would go far, as long as he stayed under my wing.

“Mark, good to see they didn’t eat you alive up there,” I said with a smile.

“Morning, Mr. Davenport,” he said. “How are you doing? I hope that private security paid off for you.”

“It’s a long story, but let’s just leave it at ‘yes’ for now, hm?”

“Fine by me,” he chuckled.

“So, talk to me,” I said, leaning forward. “How’d things go last night? I can’t thank you enough for being on standby like that, by the way. You can expect the raise I’m arranging for you to reflect that.”

“Um…thank you, sir,” he said, suddenly flustered.

Honestly, that was one of the best parts of this way of life. I doled out raises and bonuses generously, and that made my employees like me and work harder for me. It was simple, it didn’t put a dent in my bank account, and it worked. I didn’t know why more people in my tax bracket didn’t do the same.

“Don’t think I’m adding things like last night to your job description, though,” I added with a smile. “You’ve got enough on your plate as is. Anyway, let’s get to it.”

“Right,” he said, smoothing his hair out. “I’m sending you the full report right now, but in short, your nanopores were very well received. In fact, you remember Drs. Spiegel and Muller, from the UCLA conference? They happened to be in the audience and asked a few questions about the development process I answered as best I could, and I passed your email along to them afterward to get in touch with more.”

“Excellent. Fantastic,” I said, feeling excited.

Those were two names I very much wanted to hear, leaders in environmental science and green technology. “Any criticism?”

“Nothing bad enough that anyone was willing to bring it up to my face,” he said. “I should say though, that Mr. Atelier’s purification system was the buzz of the night too, right alongside yours.”

I held back a frown, nodding instead. Barry again. I knew he was an issue, but the fact that his work was being discussed at the expo could be problematic for my plans in Oakview.

“And?”

“And I pulled Dr. Spiegel aside after the session and asked him about it,” he said, much to my pleasure. “She sent me the research I’m about to send you. Very recently published papers on his work, fresh off the academic presses. I’m including it in the email with my main report.”

“Wonderful,” I said, clapping my hands together. “I couldn’t have asked for better, Mark. You really went above and beyond here.”

“My pleasure, sir.”

I ended the call with Mark and reviewed the reports he sent to my inbox for another half hour or so while the plane took off. Once I’d read my fill, I headed back into the lounge, where I saw Damon hanging out on the couch with a glass of Scotch in his hand, looking more like a hot mercenary and soldier of fortune than a billionaire’s bodyguard...and I liked that.

“Starting to enjoy things a little more?” I asked, plopping down next to him and accepting the glass from his hand, taking a sip and handing it back.

“It’s alright,” he clearly teased, winking at me. “How’d your call go?”

“Good news and bad news,” I said, crossing my legs. “The good news is, my presentation went better than I hoped. Mark knocked it out of the park. Bad news, Barry’s work is on everyone’s mind as well. We’ve got a proper little rivalry kindled up,” I said, rolling my eyes.

The idea of competing with someone over something so important for humanity seemed silly to me, but that was just how we did things.

“Is it up to snuff?” he asked.

“That’s the debate still going on,” I explained. “I just finished reviewing it.”

“Speed reader,” he teased me with a gruff smile.

“Shut up,” I giggled. “Anyway, it’s solid research, I can’t deny that. But the systems Barry was doing his experimental runs on would only be enough to reliably filter water for...an office building. Maybe an apartment. It’s not sustainable on a large scale, not in the amounts that a city like Oakview would be able to pay for, and somehow, I don’t think Barry is going to be willing to donate hundreds of millions of dollars worth of his brand-new system out of the goodness of his heart. I mean, I wouldn’t mind that, but to spare you the technobabble, my system accomplishes more for much less.”

“Guess we just have to hope the mayor sees it that way,” Damon said. “I trust your judgment on this kind of thing. Now, I haven’t had a chance to review your schedule for the next week. Where is this plane taking us, exactly?”

I laughed, resting my chin on my hand and peering at him with a glint of mischief in my eye. “Anywhere I want, of course. It’s my plane, after all.” I stood up and stretched, heading over to the bar to get a martini. “Seriously though, ever been to Spain?”

Damon stared at me blankly.

“Well, it’s nice,” I said modestly, but I couldn’t keep a proud smirk off my face. “We’re heading to Cartagena.”

The next twenty-four hours were a dreamy rush that I enjoyed much more than I thought I would. Cartagena is a gorgeous seaside city on the southeastern coast, absolutely brimming with Roman ruins and classical Mediterranean architecture. It was one of my favorite parts of Spain to visit whenever I got the chance, but despite that, I did in fact have a real reason to be there besides showing Damon around the world.

Cartagena was home to one of my water desalination plants, and it had become an important source of jobs as well as a boon to the local community since I had it built. I wanted to check in on it, partly because that was just something I did with all my plants from time to time. But this plant was also where I unofficially had one of my experimental nanopore labs running and collecting data for the field project in Oakview, and that was one project I wanted to keep close to home, so to speak.

What I hadn’t been expecting was Damon’s behavior.

As soon as we checked into the facility, giving me a chance to show off some of my Spanish skills, I took off with Damon to show him the fruits of my work. But as soon as I started talking about some of the complications that went into getting the place operational, I felt something warm around my hand.

Damon had taken my hand in his as I led him around. It made me slow down as I walked and talked, but I pretended not to take too much notice and spoil the moment. I failed, miserably, but Damon played it off smoothly, just wearing that gruff, smug smile the whole time I toured around the facility with him.

I could have sworn my face was burning so bright red that I was creating unsafe work conditions for the scientists.

Of course, I didn’t let the day end with a simple inspection of the facilities. Afterward, I had the driver Susan hired take us on a little tour of the city with what little time we had left in the day. We hit the Plaza Santo Domingo, the Torre Ciega, and just spent as much time as we could strolling through the old town, drinking in the sun-bathed architecture.

Damon kept asking me what I liked about the different places. It wasn’t a question I was used to hearing. I had expected him to at worst be bored, or at best say “Wow” a few times and look grateful that I’d brought him along. But he kept asking me what I knew about this monument or that statue. He seemed so much more interested in what I had to say than in the things themselves. He watched my face the entire time whenever I spoke, and he had that quiet strength in every little thing he did while we toured around the city.

Well, that was mostly true. He stopped us more than a few times at street food vendors to try some of the local fare, and he even got me to translate some small talk for him. It was strange, I’d never pictured him being the kind of person who was interesting to travel with, but he surprised me at every turn.

Finally, a little while after midnight, it was time for dinner. It took a while to explain that Spanish dinner times were a bit different from our own. I had agreed to meet a few business associates while passing through, and we agreed on our favorite sleepy little restaurant near the coast with a view of the moonlit water.

“Fabio, Veronica, Paolo, so good to see you all again,” I said when we greeted them that night at the restaurant, hurrying across the cobblestone streets to trade kisses on the cheek.

I spoke in English because Veronica was Italian, so English served as the lingua franca for the night.

I turned to Damon once we’d finished. “Damon, these are three of my favorite clients, Fabio Jiminez, Veronica Santorini, and Paolo Vecchi. Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Damon.”

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt mortified. I hadn’t even thought about it, and I certainly hadn’t talked to Damon beforehand about what we could call each other. Dating partners? Close friends? Amigos? But despite my white face, Damon didn’t seem to react in the slightest. He stepped forward with a smile on his face, shaking hands with the three of them, who were polite enough not to mind the American greeting.

Dinner went smoothly. Over the best tapas Damon said he’d ever enjoyed, we discussed the desalination procedure my plant carried out, because these three happened to be major investors in the area. We touched on some of what came up at the expo, but as soon as the three found out that Damon lived in the more working-class area of New York, he found himself bombarded with questions about everyday life. He was his usual stoic self, but he seemed amused to be of interest to these millionaires.

It must have been nearly 5:00 AM by the time we staggered back to my jet, full of wine and good food. We were giggling sloppily by the time we got into the cabin. Damon had already messaged the attendants to ask them to get things ready to go and take off, giving us as much privacy as possible. I was in no state to be seen.

“Help me back to the cabin bedroom,” I said as I leaned on Damon’s shoulder while he helped me through the conference room. “I think I should sleep some of this off before we land in New York. I think a couple of bloody marys will be in order tomorrow morning. This morning?” I giggled as he pushed the door open and chuckled deeply.

But as soon as we were through it, he shut it behind us, with both of us inside. Before I knew what was happening, he had spun me around and gently pushed me against the door, and he pinned me there with an arm on either side of me.

That sobered me up fast.

I looked up at Damon’s gruff, smiling face as he looked down at me with just as much of a half-drunken haze in his eyes as I had. But I suddenly felt like prey, and he looked hungry.

“So,” he growled. “Boyfriend, is it?”

“O-oh,” I stammered, blushing furiously. “I honestly forgot I said that!”

“Liar,” he chuckled, correctly, and he grabbed me by the tie to drag me back to the bed step by step. I obeyed, feeling my pants getting tighter as he guided me to the bed and thrust me down on it.

“It just kind of...slipped out,” I said, smiling nervously. Damon stripped his shirt off with the vigor of a wild animal, nostrils flaring as he kicked his shoes off and approached me. Before I knew it, he had undone his pants and pulled them down past his knees, and just like that, he was naked, cock stiff as a board, and his blue eyes were glaring at me.

“Did it?” he chuckled, straddling me. He brought his face down to mine and caressed my cheek with a large, rough hand. “If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, then you’d better start treating me like one.”

I whispered something incoherent back, my voice weak with lust and excitement.

“What was that?” he asked, giving my tie a tug.

“Y-yes, sir,” I breathed, unable to believe I was saying such a thing. But that brought a big smile to Damon’s face, and he stood up, the shadow of his cock on my face.

“I like how that sounds,” he growled. “Now, show me.”

Without another thought, I reached up and took his cock in my hand, feeling it pulse as I brought it to my lips. The taste of his masculinity was delicious, and I heard him groan as I ran my tongue across his crown. He pushed more of himself into me, and I felt his cock growing stronger as I lavished it with attention. I whimpered the more he sank in, and I started unbuttoning my shirt while my tongue ran up and down the underside of his cock.

When Damon realized what I was doing, he slid out of me slowly, just slowly enough that I tasted a drop of precum fall back into my mouth. His hands went to my shirt and worked me out of it, and then he pulled off my shoes and pants, leaving me as naked as he was. My head swam in a good way, and with the silk sheets against my bare skin, it all felt like one blissful whirlpool of sensation that I wanted to get lost in.

I was so dazed that I almost didn’t notice what Damon was doing. I got a hold of my focus long enough to see that he had put a condom on and had lubed himself up, and he was walking toward me with a look in his eye I knew all too well.

“Hey,” he growled in a thick husk, leaning down to me and stroking my chin. “Playing aside...do you want this?”

I nodded slowly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and the sloppy, boyish half grin he gave me in return made me shiver.

“Good,” he growled. “Because I’ve been thinking about this since we got up this morning.”

He slipped a finger into my ass, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he swirled it around teasing me with an iron grip on my leg before a second finger joined. He teased it further in, exploring me with such a casual, lustful ease that I felt like he had to be more experienced than I gave him credit for. But that was just Damon. He oozed confidence in a way no other man I’d ever met had.

When he’d had his fun with his fingers, he draped my legs over his bulging, muscular shoulders, and he slipped the head of his cock into my ass. I let out a ragged, desperate groan as I let my head fall to the side and my hands grip the sheets. Damon’s cock seemed to grow even more once it was inside me, sliding in and out little by little, taking another half inch with each gentle thrust. But I could tell there was so much more desire than that just under the surface.

This wasn’t just a means to an end for him. He wanted to really feel me, to enjoy what my body had to offer and offer me all the strength and power in his. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

I felt loved.

That thought was alarming and exciting, brought on by my half-drunken state, and it filled me up along with Damon’s cock as he sank into me enough to draw a groan of pleasure from that thick chest.

With wine in our systems, everything became a blissful haze of pure, unfettered lust. Damon started rutting into me with a vigor I knew he was capable of but had only fantasized about in my most private moments. His hands felt up my legs and torso, nails digging into my skin and leaving scratch marks down my sides as he rocked back and forth with such a machine-like precision that my whole body felt like it was getting wound up like a guitar string.

Each time he thrust into me, I felt waves of warmth spread out from deep within me to every extremity. We lost track of time, rubbing up against one another and feeling our cocks pulse together as he had his way with me, pinning me down with thick arms and a snug grip.

Finally, I felt his cock start to lose control, and his deep thrusting started to lose its precision. He got wilder and less tame, and knowing how I drove him over the edge of control like that made me break down.

We came together, and I felt his thick, hot seed filling me up inside before he grabbed my cock, massaging it as I let myself go. Our groans filled the room, and no matter how much my reflex made me try to squirm away from him, he held me tight, commanding me to enjoy every bit of the orgasm we were sharing.

When it was finally over, he fell to my side, breathing raggedly with me as we stared at each other, utterly exhausted. A smile crossed his lips, and it infected me likewise.

“Made a mess,” he said in a thick voice that made me shiver.

I stroked his chin and ran a thumb over that full, swollen lip, and I leaned in and kissed him.

“If you don’t know I’m already a hot mess, you haven’t been paying attention.”

A few days had passed since the tour of my desalination plant in Cartagena, and I was finally back behind my desk in my office. Admittedly, I was feeling pretty conflicted on being back at work. On the one hand, I was relieved to be back on my home turf, and I was feeling especially inspired to dive into my work again. The expo, with the obvious exception of the attempted kidnapping, went smoothly and my presentation had been very well received despite the fact that I hadn’t been there to give it myself. Of course, I didn’t feel too broken up about missing my own presentation, considering what I’d gotten to do instead of it. While my junior intern was probably trembling knock-kneed on stage in front of a bunch of snooty investors and high-society snobs, I had been in bed with the hottest, most irresistible man alive. Although I had really looked forward to giving that presentation, I had to confess that it felt like a pretty fair trade-off. In fact, I might even venture to suggest that I got the long end of the stick. I certainly wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

I couldn’t keep from replaying our time together in my head again and again. It was strange; I’d expected that maybe once Damon and I slept together and I got it out of my system, so to speak, perhaps my overwhelming desire for him would wane. But the reality couldn’t have been further from my prediction. Rather than feeling satisfied, having scratched the itch and stocked up steamy memories to reflect on for the rest of my natural life, it was like my longing for Damon only intensified. Every time he touched me, every time he looked my way, every time my eyes met with that intense, heart-melting blue gaze, I felt the same insatiable desire well up inside me, growing so strong and tall it threatened to bowl me over. I was beginning to feel like an addict in the best way possible, craving not only Damon’s glorious cock, but his affection. His fingers brushing over the top of my hand as he passed by my desk, the faint musky scent of him on the air when he sat in my office.

It was good to be home, but on the other hand… I couldn’t pretend like it hadn’t been a total dream jetting around the globe with Damon by my side. I had always loved traveling, and I made a point of finding the time to do so whenever possible. But now that I had experienced what it was like to explore the world with someone like him, I wondered how the hell solo travel could ever compete again.

I was shaken back to the present moment when my cell phone rang on my desk, buzzing across the smooth mahogany worktop. Eager for a distraction, I snatched it up and said, “Hello, this is Davenport.”

“Mr. Davenport, you are just the man I wanted to speak with. Your secretary referred me to your office number. I hope you don’t mind,” he said, then quickly added, “I’m Mayor Nolan Wade, calling on behalf of my city, Oakview.”

My eyebrows shot up as I leaned forward, my heart skipping a beat. This was a serious business call, indeed.

“Oh, wow. Well, it’s great to make your acquaintance, Mayor. To what do I owe this honor?”

“I assume you follow the news, Mr. Davenport?” he said pointedly.

I felt my face reddening. This was going to be a tricky conversation. I had a pretty strong inkling of what he wanted to talk about, and I wanted to be able to discuss it candidly without also offending the mayor.

So, I said cautiously, “Yes. Of course.”

“So, then, you are aware of the rather sensitive crisis my city is suffering from in regards to our water supply,” he said.

“Yes, sir, I am aware. I understand that you’re dealing with a very tricky issue. A lot of people are hurting,” I elaborated, wincing as I worried I might have said too much.

But Mayor Wade only sighed, and I could almost see him nodding. “You’re very correct about that. My city is in trouble, and unfortunately our budget is not what it used to be. I’m in a bit of a difficult position, to be perfectly candid with you, and I am always on the lookout for solutions. That leads me to the reason for my call. You see, I have read about and researched your inventions in recent times, and I must admit that your work with water purification systems and nanopores has me very intrigued.”

I smiled. “Oh. Well, that is good to hear.”

“Yes, I hoped you’d think so. Now, I’m no scientist, so the mechanics and details of your work still elude my understanding, I’m afraid, but it sounds to me like your invention could prove very, very beneficial for the citizens of Oakview, should you be willing to engage,” Mayor Wade explained. “Would you be at all interested in coming out to Oakview for a meeting with me and my city planning committee to discuss your work and its possible applications to our current water crisis?”

“Yes. I think I could swing that,” I told him, my heart pounding with excitement.

“Wonderful. That’s wonderful. How about later this week? I could, of course, arrange for a flight to bring you here. No expenses on your part,” he offered.

“Oh. Well, I might have to push it back a little. I have prior engagements all this week, but I should be free and open sometime later next week, if that’s alright,” I said.

“Of course. The sooner the better, but I understand you’re a very, very busy man. You must be in high demand these days. You’re a genius, from what I can tell,” he remarked.

I squirmed a little in my chair. No matter how many times it happened, I was still uneasy with high praise. I never knew the proper way to respond.

So, I simply said, “Well, thank you. I wouldn’t use that word, but I appreciate the sentiment. Shall I have my PA get in touch with you sometime later today with a clearer idea of my schedule?”

“Yes, that will do perfectly. Thank you again, Mr. Davenport. The city of Oakview welcomes you with open arms,” said the mayor nobly.

“Thank you. Looking forward to it,” I replied and hung up. I sat there staring at the phone for a moment, transfixed by the idea of actually applying my hard-earned work to a real-life crisis. Finally, I could start making the world a better place.

Maybe. I knew better than to get ahead of myself, but the next thing I did was look over at Damon, who gave me a smile and a thumbs-up, having gleaned the gist of the conversation from what I was saying. Things were looking good for me.

The rest of the week passed by in a whirlwind of research, presentations, meetings, important phone calls, and interviews. From the moment I woke up in the morning until the second I collapsed into my bed, fully spent, at night, it was constant activity. Constant progress. And all the while, Damon was right beside me, not only protecting me but cheering me on. He was endlessly supportive of my every decision, guarding me while I worked, chipping away at the world-altering mission I was hell-bent on. He encouraged me to be confident in my work. He watched over me while I tinkered and scrawled out formulas late into the evening, and when he realized my eyelids were drooping and my body was lagging, he would gently remind me to get some sleep.

With every passing hour we spent together, we only grew closer and more comfortable with each other’s presence. Having Damon around was simultaneously exciting and calming, and just knowing he was nearby made me feel much safer. The days passed by without any trouble. No strange men leaped out of vans or came stalking out of the shadows to grab me and haul me away. Nobody sent a bloody ear in the mail or whatever it is those people did to intimidate guys like me. I was beginning to feel like I was kind of invincible, as though having Damon alongside me was akin to having superpowers.

I was spurred on as much by his protection as by his affection, which he was gradually giving me more of with every night and day we spent together. I could feel him opening up to me, blooming like a morning glory in the soft light of dawn. He was more talkative now, and we spent many car rides recounting stories from our childhoods, comparing funny anecdotes, or just discussing the upcoming meetings on my schedule. And then there were times when we just sat in silence, but it was no longer the tense, spine-tingling quiet we endured at first. It was a comfortable, safe sort of silence. There was no need to speak, to fill the air with pointless words, when we both so clearly could read each other’s hearts.

Still, after five days of no attacks and no security trespasses, I was beginning to think the threat had faded out for good. I was torn. It was objectively a good thing, a great thing, really. I should have been ecstatic to think that the battle had been won and that I would no longer have to live in fear. But then there was a new fear prickling at the back of my mind, one I tried to ignore but which grew bigger and bolder every day.

If there was no threat to my life anymore, then surely I wouldn’t require Damon’s protection anymore. And the thought of having to say goodbye to him made my heart hurt so badly it was hard to breathe. So one evening, as I was standing in my walk-in closet, looking at myself in the mirror as I put on a suit for an important work-related party, I couldn’t help but bring up the trouble on my mind.

Damon, who was leaning against the doorway of my closet, could see the worry etched on my face and prompted me to tell. “Hey, what’s going on? You look like someone just swiped your ice cream right out of your waffle cone or something,” he teased gently.

I sighed and looked over at him, my heart surging with affection. “I’ve been thinking about something lately, and it’s… it’s bringing me down,” I began.

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Good start. Keep going. What is it?”

I bit my lip, afraid to let the words out into the air. But I took a deep breath and confessed, “Alright. It looks like nobody is coming after me. I’m no longer under threat, evidently. We’ve had several days without a single blip on the radar. And if there’s no threat, that must mean that… that you’re not needed here anymore.”

He frowned slightly. “So, you’re upset that there aren’t any masked murderers rushing at you with a knife?”

I rolled my eyes even as a smile crossed my face. “No. You know that’s not what it is. It’s just that I don’t want-- well, I guess what I’m saying is that I’m not ready to be alone yet.”

Damon stared at me for a long moment, his eyes softening. I could see that he understood what I meant-- both what I said and what I implied. He walked over to me slowly, putting his hands on my shoulders as he peered down into my eyes.

“Look, Jamie, I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to be alone. I’m going to keep you safe and protected for as long as you want. Until you… until you’re ready,” he promised.

“But what if I’m never ready?” I breathed. “What if I never want you to go?”

Damon smiled fondly, lifting his big, calloused hand to cup my face. I leaned into the warmth of his touch, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, Damon was leaning in to kiss me. My heart jumped. My whole body melted into him, going weak at his closeness, his warmth, his gorgeous musky scent. Everything about him was intoxicating. Everything about him drew me like a moth to a flame, and I realized in that moment that I was perfectly okay with being burned by that flame, as long as it kept me close to Damon.

It was time for me to face the fact that this was no pedestrian crush.

This was not a passing infatuation that would fade in time.

What I felt for him, what my heart knew with every single beat, was clear. I was falling for him. Fast and hard. A freefall off the edge of a cliff. And yet, I was not afraid, because I knew without even having to ask that Damon would catch me if I fell. When I fell.

Because he was falling for me, too.

When he broke away, he was still smiling, his face mere inches from mine.

I sighed. “I wish I could take you to bed right now, but we’ve got this stupid party to attend.”

Damon kissed me again, more sensually this time, his tongue pressing into my mouth. I gasped, going weak in his arms. He kissed across my cheek to my ear and whispered, “We have time enough for this.”

He spun me around and shoved clothes away to create an open spot between the suits hanging in my closet, walking me backward to squeeze into that chasm. He kissed me hard, his hand sliding down the front of my suit pants. I whimpered with pleasure as he began to stroke me faster and faster, massaging my cock while his own hard shaft rutted against my thigh. His lips traveled down my neck, nosing me to tilt my head so that he could get better access to my soft, ticklish skin there. His teeth grazed my neck while he pumped my cock through my pants, making me moan and tremble. I leaned back against the wall, giving in to the waves of powerful sensation as he touched me. There was no trepidation left in the way he moved me, no hesitation in the desperation of his kisses. He knew he had me right where I wanted to be. He knew exactly how to make me feel incredible. We were learning the kinks and quirks of one another’s bodies, and it was remarkable, loving him with no fear. He unzipped his pants and let his massive cock spring free. As his lips brushed against mine, I reached down to grasp his cock, sliding my hand up and down while he did the same to mine. Soon, we were moving in perfect tandem, breathing hard between fervent kisses, gasping each other’s names like a shared, desperate prayer.

And when we came, we came together, his seed spurting over my fist while mine dribbled over his fingers. He kissed me through the climax, our bodies pulsing as one. I could scarcely tell where my body ended and his began. I had never felt so close, so perfectly at home in anyone’s arms. If there was a heaven, I hoped it would be like this.

We ended up being just a little bit late to that party, but if I’d have to hazard a guess, I would’ve said with full confidence that neither of us minded that one bit.