Chapter 30 #2
Body singing with want, I was so hard for him my cock wept precum. Still, I had no desire to hurt him; in fact, I was loath to do so. He’d accepted a finger easily enough in the other room, and even now he urged me on. I strained to control myself long enough to properly prep him.
It had been so long since I’d been with a man, I’d almost forgotten the mechanics of it.
Since meeting Edwin in our first life, I hadn’t wanted anyone else.
It had made for some very long, lonely years, and now I felt out of practice.
Still, I gamely grabbed the oil he pressed into my hand, then poured it on my fingers.
I couldn’t bear to part with him, so instead of lifting myself off, I coaxed one leg to rest over my shoulder.
It gave me the access I needed while keeping him within my arms.
I slid one finger into his puckered ring, and with his face so close to mine, I saw his pupils dilate, felt the shiver of his breath against my lips.
How beautifully sensitive he was to the slightest touch.
I slid a second finger in to join the first, twisting the two digits to graze them against his inner walls, and he almost came out of my arms, arching against them.
The cry bursting from his lips was of pure pleasure and like a drug to my ears.
Edwin’s hips worked against my fingers, unable to stay still, eyes at half-mast. He looked beautiful, like a creature lost to his own passion.
His blazing hot channel gripped my fingers as I worked them in and out.
These sounds kept pouring from his mouth, inarticulate begging, and I couldn’t help but indulge him, sliding in a third finger to caress his pleasure center.
He twisted in my arms, desperation incarnate.
One day, I’d make him come on my fingers alone, worship him like he deserved.
I’d never seen Edwin like this. He was normally a calm, collected man, his every action ruled by intellect and reason.
To see him wild and lost to passion because of me, because of the pleasure I gave him?
My own sense of reason got completely pushed out of my head.
I had enough sense to pour more of the oil over my cock, and Edwin’s hand joined mine, rubbing it all over.
I shuddered and fought against coming immediately.
Taking a fortifying breath, I got my knees under me, and Edwin wound his legs around my hips. He barely gave me any time at all to line up before he tried to pull me in.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I accused with a soft laugh at his impatience.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, hands gripping the sheet above his head. “Don’t hold back.”
“As you wish, my love.”
It honestly was my intention to do as he commanded, but my body had other ideas.
The sound that escaped unbidden as I breeched him was raw, weighted with all the emotion I could no longer contain.
My skin felt stretched thin, nine years of longing, nine years of repression finally set free.
It brought me to the edge of something so liberating I had no name for it.
A full-body shudder racked me, and I bent at the waist to rest my forehead against his shoulder, doing my best to compose myself.
My breath whistled in and out wetly, my fingers gripped Edwin’s hips too tightly, but he never once complained.
No, instead, my Edwin embraced me, gently combed his fingers through my hair, smoothed his hands up and down my back.
“I know, darling, I know. It’s all right, I have you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
Desperate, I raised my head to kiss him, pouring all of my love and want into the kiss, and felt the bonds of restraint I’d kept on my desires unravel.
Edwin met me head-on, not shying away from the intensity of the kiss.
Instead, his hands latched on to my upper arms, once again pulling me until no distance remained between us.
His channel clenched around my dick, an exquisite sensation of tight, welcome heat.
Arousal reasserted itself, careening through me.
Without any conscious thought, I found my hips pulling out, then pressing in, needing friction like I needed air.
Edwin rasped in a breath, a sharp cry erupting as I thrust in, his fingers digging into my arms. Every thrust rubbed his dripping cock against my belly, turning him into a quivering mess of need.
It pulled a hunger out of me I didn’t know I was capable of, and my next thrust in was harder, more demanding, as my control spiraled out of my grasp.
I didn’t care. I wished only to be lost in this moment with Edwin, to luxuriate in the feeling of homecoming.
I was right where I should be, and I moved in earnest, in and out, harder with every thrust. The bed started moving and I didn’t care about that either.
I just wanted to bury myself in Edwin as deeply as possible.
I adjusted my angle until I had it just right.
Every time I entered, I nailed Edwin’s prostate, and his head tossed back and forth, a half-garbled scream caught in his throat.
His heels dug into the small of my back, urging me on, and I tried to somehow drive myself harder, deeper, craving this intimacy.
It wasn’t physically possible, but still, I wanted to imprint on this man so we’d never be separated, never be apart.
Edwin’s cock bounced against his stomach, hard and weeping.
I knew he was close, I could feel it, see it on his face, and my own climax chased me hard.
I fought it back, as I’d spent too many years dreaming of this very moment to have it over so soon.
Not yet, not yet, let me spend a few more minutes in this paradise of pleasure.
Much as I tried, the human body couldn’t withstand the all-consuming sensation, at least not for long.
I barely had warning before my climax shattered.
I yelled as I came, felt him clamp down around my dick.
A wave of relief crashed over me, leaving me dazed and almost on the verge of passing out.
Darkness crowded my vision and all I could focus on was breathing.
Oh, I was lying on top of him, my forehead pressed to his shoulder. It felt like he’d come. He wasn’t hard against my abdomen anymore, and something sticky pressed against my skin. I was sad I’d missed his expression but glad he’d also found satisfaction.
His hands idly swept up and down my back and I felt a kiss against my temple. Trust Edwin to gather his thoughts first. Mine still felt scattered about the continent.
All right, I thought I possessed the coordination to lift up on an elbow.
I tried and somehow managed it, although it was a near thing.
I looked into his eyes and found him looking right back at me, with all of the affection and warmth I could ever dream of receiving.
Truly, the way this man looked at me—as if I was everything he’d wanted.
Heady stuff and I had no immunity against it.
I pressed a soft kiss against his mouth. “I love you.”
“I know,” he murmured back, smiling against my lips. “Stop wiggling, I quite like you where you are.”
Still, it would grow sticky and uncomfortable soon. I was not a small man, after all. I was likely squashing him, but I’d linger for a moment longer to indulge us both.
“If you’re up for it, I’d like to make slow love with you.” If I could find the patience. Which might take a while, considering how deep my pit of need ran.
He kissed me again, eyes sparkling. “We’re not getting any sleep tonight, are we?”
“Likely not much. You can hardly blame me. You’re delightful to make love with.”
“I love how this is suddenly my fault.”
“It can hardly be a ‘fault’ when you’re so utterly delightful.”
We lay there a few minutes, trading lazy kisses, until the mess between us ran the risk of becoming glue.
“Here, let me pull out and clean us up. We can cuddle after.”
Edwin dramatically sighed. “If you must.”
I laughed and pulled out with a slight grimace, rolling off the bed to duck into the bathroom to grab a wet towel.
I wiped myself down while there, then walked back into the bedroom, towel in hand, only to stop short.
Edwin still lay where I’d left him, loose limbed and sated, the very picture of seduction.
I swallowed hard, arousal attempting to swirl low in my gut, though my body was nowhere near capable of rising to the occasion.
Gods, this man. This beautiful, wonderful, intelligent man was finally mine, and I didn’t think he’d ever fully grasp the hold he had on me.
His gaze started to turn questioning, but I smiled with a shake of my head and started for the bed again. I derived great joy from cleaning Edwin of our releases before sliding back into the bed. I immediately pulled him in so I could lie face-to-face with him, our legs tangled together.
Edwin cleared his throat, and his fingers tapped a nervous beat on my chest. “First, I realize you’re madly in love with me and I…I want to love you just as much.” He peered up at me through his lashes. “So, can we start with dating?”
I smiled so hard it hurt, and I swore bells rang in my head with celebration. “I would love to date.”
Relief washed over his face, clearing out all his nerves and turning him boneless again.
Time for my own nerve-racking question. “Can you accept everything I told you? That I’ve regressed, I mean?”
“Strangely, yes. I’m just as surprised as you about that.
You know I’ve always been fascinated by regression and past lives, and all of my research agrees with what you’ve said, how you’re acting.
It’s very clear you’re not lying to me. Even if I didn’t know so much about the topic, I would believe you, because so much of your behavior, and what you know, finally makes sense. ”
My nerves washed away like they’d never been.
“I’d apparently be a horrible spy.” I huffed, rolling my eyes. “I couldn’t keep track of what I’d been told in the first life and what I should know in this one. I tried. I want it on the record that I did try.”
“Uh-huh. It’s not that I don’t believe you, but you’re really bad at it. You knowing which authors were in my library completely destroyed your facade.”
“A fact I now realize. Oops? I can’t honestly regret it, not if it led to this.” Not ever would I regret it.
“There’re parts I’m still struggling with,” Edwin said. “Mostly the fact you were crazy enough to negotiate with angels.”
I shrugged. It hadn’t seemed crazy to me. Edwin huffed exasperatedly.
“James, answer me this time. Am I your other Task?”
“Well, yes. You can see how I couldn’t tell you the first time we talked about it.”
He snorted. “No, it wouldn’t have gone down well.
I had a hard time wrapping my head around what you did tell me.
I’m glad you chose to divulge your story in more digestible chunks.
Second question. From the way you’ve acted since day one, you have no intention of being quiet about our relationship, do you? ”
“Not one whit,” I confirmed with a brilliant smile. “You are mine. The world will know this.”
“I figured.” Edwin hesitated. “James, do you not have any intention of taking the throne?”
“None whatsoever.”
“But don’t you rather need to in order to do all the things necessary to attain Paradise again?”
I shook my head, fighting down the urge to tense.
“It doesn’t matter what title I wear. What matters is the work getting done.
I was told point-blank I attained Paradise because I saved this country from ruin, and the millions of lives here.
I can do it again as a prince and not a king.
This time, too, I’ll make sure you’re lead on several of the projects that save lives.
Then you can take full credit for the work and come with me to Paradise. ”
“Wait, what?” Edwin blurted out.
“You heard me.”
Seeing the gobsmacked look on Edwin’s face, I felt the need to defend myself. “I’m not going without you. No one told me what Task you were supposed to do in this life, but if you’re responsible for saving millions of people, I’m sure you’ll get into Paradise too.”
“And if not, you’ll negotiate it?”
I leaned in and kissed his nose. “It’s fine, I’m sure it won’t come to that. If nothing else, I don’t think keeping you with me will hurt.”
His nose scrunched, his expression one I’d call pouting on anyone else. “Well, hard to argue with you. There’s a lot of fine details I’m missing right now, and I want to go over everything again.”
“That’s fine, I expected it.” I ran a hand through his hair, smiling at him. My Edwin was too adorable for his own good.
I leaned in to kiss him, helpless to resist the urge with him right in front of me. He kissed me back, all while tugging me in closer, the solid heat of him pressed close.
“James,” he murmured, his mouth trailing over my cheek and down. “I need you again.”
“Then by all means,” I purred against his ear, “take me.”