Chapter 9 Patience #2
“Do it as soon as possible. I’ll send a courier with the equipment first thing tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Go to the mountains in the evening. At this time of the year, the parking space by the falls is usually empty.”
“That’s a two-hour drive.”
“So what?”
“Ok. You’re right. I’ll try to convince him.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“No problem. And be patient with the boy.”
“I’m trying.”
“I’m happy for you, Ernest.”
“I’m happy too.” I smiled. Even though I was climbing the walls, unable to hold Lawrie like I needed to, I was pretty damn excited about having him in my life. “Say hi to Pa for me.”
“Will do. Goodbye, Ernest.”
“Bye, Dad.”
When I found him on the balcony later, Lawrie was half-asleep. Carefully, I lifted him from the lounge chair, and he wrapped his arms around my neck.
“I’m so sleepy.”
“Today has been a lot. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Uh-huh.”
Pliant, he nuzzled into the base of my throat, making me burn with want. Patience! Oh God, I wanted him so much, I could fall down on my knees and beg him. But Lawrie needed time, and as my mate, he’d get anything and everything he’d ever need.
I carried my Lawrie through the apartment to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth. Then I brought him to the bedroom and laid him on the covers carefully. He didn’t protest when I stripped him, trying not to stare at his soft cock, and pulled simple pajama pants over his hips.
“Stay,” he murmured.
I smiled. After dragging my T-shirt over my head, I gathered him into my arms, skin on skin, and he purred like a kitten.
“You smell so nice.”
My sweetest little treasure. I stroked his back up and down and brushed my lips along his forehead.
Snuggled to me, he fell asleep almost immediately.
It took me ages to drift off, my balls blue and stomach churning.
My horniness caused the most vivid dreams of Lawrie in every possible position on top of me and under me, filled and covered with my cum.
I jolted awake in the middle of the night.
I was spooning Lawrie, my throbbing erection pressed against his ass cheeks, and he squirmed in my arms. He was awake.
Or was he? On a faint whimper, he pushed his ass into my lap, rubbing himself on my erection through the soft cotton of our pajama pants.
I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around him and thrust against his crease, making us both moan.
He wiggled again, pulling away a little, and I grunted in protest. Let me at least rub off on you.
Please! But Lawrie had other ideas. His hand sneaked between us, and after pulling his pants down just enough to expose his ass, he grabbed my rock-hard cock.
Without hesitation, he guided me to his entrance, and I slid into him.
He groaned and jutted his ass out, taking me in deeper. I gave him everything.
Thank heavens.
He was drenched with slick, his hole overflowing with it, and the soft walls fluttered around my dick. He must have been aching with need.
My relief was bone-deep and mind-blowing.
Yes, we’d fucked before, but now I knew he was my mate, and it gave our connection a new meaning.
Every breath, every small movement, every inch of skin where we touched, it was all charged with this incredible energy, like life and love condensed into one frantic tryst in the dark.
My mate was in my arms, and I gave him pleasure—happiness surged and spiraled around my heart just as I burned with lust so acute my blood might have been boiling.
Lawrie met my thrusts, clutching at my thigh, urging me with his whole body to move faster and thrust deeper. His cries and moans filled the room, and he came in a minute.
“Don’t stop!”
Except I was so close. I gritted my teeth and kept fucking him, my cockhead pushing into the deepest recesses of his body, and the sounds he made turned completely ecstatic.
When his hole began clenching anew with his second climax, my need to come got unbearable.
Sparks exploded all over my dick and in my balls, spreading into my stomach and down my thighs, and I rutted against Lawrie like an animal.
It must have been the longest release of my life.
Sweaty and panting, we stilled. I expected him to move away, but he didn’t. He kept his hand on my thigh and squeezed.
“Stay in me.”
I kissed his nape, overwhelmed with gratitude. “Thank you.”
Eyes closed, I took in the slippery warmth surrounding my overjoyed cock, the delicious perfume of lust and satisfaction coming from Lawrie, the velvet of his skin against mine…
I listened to his breaths, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else but the sheer, profound happiness blooming in my heart.
My mate. My very own. I was going to love this amazing man, this beautiful boy, for the rest of our lives. And he was going to love me. Maybe I loved him already, because this aching want, this exhilaration, the giddy, fluttery sensations all over my body and brain—that must be it, right?
When I let the feelings flow freely, they got heady, making my eyes itch and pulse pick up, and I had to fight a physical need to say the words out loud.
I love you, my Lawrie. I’ll love you forever.
He made a soft sound, the barest hint of a whimper, and a single tear escaped from my eye. I was just so overwhelmingly happy.
All the cum began leaking out when my cock softened, but by then, Lawrie was already asleep again. I wormed out of my pajama pants and used them to wipe the worst of the mess before I threw them on the floor. Within minutes, I fell asleep, perfectly content.