Chapter 25 Thomas
Thomas
A single candle flickered as the scent of sandalwood filled the bedroom.
The French doors were open to the secluded beach below, allowing the sea breeze to offer a cool lick over our heated skin.
Leaning over an outstretched Mason, I ran my oiled hands over his shoulders, then down to his lower back to the rhythm of the crashing waves, relaxing him as I coerced his tight muscles to give way.
Randomly placed, unexpected soft kisses to his body caused him to shiver under my touch.
His perfectly defined glutes earned my attention after his afternoon workout of squats and whatever else he did to earn his athletic body.
Squeezing each cheek repeatedly, I alternated between a kneading motion and deep palm rubs that beckoned my fingers to find his crease.
The sounds he made were my guide to his pleasure.
“Tommy,” he gasped, lifting his hips to chase my touch. “More, please, baby.”
I would never say no to him. “Okay. Spread your legs and lift your hips.”
He complied as I reached for his cock to reposition it for easier access. Mason was a beautiful man with thick thighs and a tight behind that I was sure would squeeze the life out of me. And I couldn’t wait.
Moving down his body, I opened my hands to rub from the back of his knees over his thighs to his glutes. With my palms squeezing again, my thumbs dipped down to spread him open and expose his hole. Dipping my head down, I licked over the puckered skin, making him moan.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?”
Mason sucked in a shuddering breath. “Yes,” he exhaled in a long, drawn-out response.
Going back to work, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked gently before releasing it to lick a stripe from his cock, over his balls and taint, to his waiting hole. More moans of pleasure escaped my sweet man, making me eager to please him. “Are you ready for me to open you up?”
“Uh-huh,” he exhaled again. “Pleassseee.”
Leaning down, I rubbed my stubbled jaw along his sensitive skin. Mason squirmed as I lathed my tongue over his entrance. He tasted like soap and clean skin. It took a while for his muscles to relax, but once he melted into the bed, I wiped my mouth and moved on.
“Are you ready for my fingers?” I asked, checking his shaft for his level of arousal. I smiled to find him hard as the red tip dripped pre-cum onto the towel. Nothing but desire coursed through me for the man I loved. No hint of apprehension or second-guessing for what I was doing entered my mind.
“Uh-huh,” he sighed.
Reaching for the lube, I drizzled it along his crease, from top to bottom, then watched it roll lazily down over his taint and balls. Mason squirmed from the sensation, but stilled the moment my hands returned to him.
“I’m going to open you up, baby. One finger at a time until your muscles relax.” I wasn’t going to tell him what was coming after that.
Spreading him open again, I massaged him with the pads of my thumbs around his hole.
When he was relaxed, I pressed gently until the muscles gave way and allowed me to enter him.
Mason moaned as I slipped a well-lubed thumb in, then retreated.
With each push, I went a little deeper, listening and watching him buck his hips to meet my touch.
Exploring further, I twisted my wrist to run the pad of my thumb along the inside of his channel to locate his prostate.
“Oh god, Tommy, yes. Inside. More,” he hissed as I retreated, then re-entered him.
Placing kisses on the nerves bundled in his lower back, I whispered against his skin. “You’re doing so well. Just a little longer. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You would never do that,” he sighed as I went back to stretching him. “You love me.”
My heart squeezed at the trust he had in my feelings for him. “I do, sweetheart. I love you.”
My cock throbbed to be inside him, and when I finally had him open and relaxed, I stretched my body out on top of his.
Holding my weight on my forearms, I thrust my hips, running my cock along the crease.
I almost lost control when the tip snagged on his hole.
“Jesus, sweetheart. I could lose it right here.”
“No,” he whined. “I need you inside me.”
Kissing across his shoulders and along his neck, I retreated from him, making him whine again. “Turn over. I want to see you when I make you mine.”
Lust drunk, Mason shifted to his back and bent his knees. He watched with heavy lids and panting breaths as I drizzled lube over my shaft. We’d both been tested and cleared to make love without anything between us.
“Why is that so sexy?” he asked, reaching over to run a finger over my tip.
I shivered as he circled the head. “Because you know where it’s going.”
Mason bit his bottom lip and stuffed a pillow under his lower back before pulling his legs back to his chest. With eyes brimming with trust and love, he spoke softly. “Take me, Tommy. Make me yours. Forever.”
Overwhelming love overtook me as my heart thundered in my chest. Moving over him, I braced my arms on the bed as Mason spread his legs, giving me room to fit between them.
With my cock pressed against his opening, I looked into his eyes.
I’m not sure what he saw on my face, but his smile settled my nerves.
Mason was calm, and it gave me what I didn’t realize I needed.
Pressing forward, Mason released his legs and cupped my face. As I inched inside him, he brought my forehead to his. “Breathe, baby,” I said, inching forward.
As I entered and retreated, he murmured sweet words against my lips. “I love you, Thomas. I love you, I love you.”
Finally seated inside him, we froze as I lifted my head to look at him.
When his eyes met mine, I saw everything I needed to know.
Mason was the love of my life. His trust and love for me were written all over his handsome face.
And I couldn’t hold back. He wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met before, and I never wanted to be without him.
“I love you so fucking much. I never thought I’d ever feel this with anyone, much less say it.
But you’re it for me, and I beg you not to break my heart. ”
Tears filled his eyes and slipped down the sides of his face. “No one has ever loved me like you do. I feel it every time you look at me and the little things you do. I’ll never leave you because I love you.”
A tear slipped down my face as our mouths met in a slow, sensual kiss. Slowing, I began to move in and out of him, finding our sweet rhythm as we made love. I knew with all the raw feelings and declarations, I wouldn’t be able to hold back my orgasm.
Pulling away from his mouth, my breathing sped up as I grazed his prostate. Mason rocked his hips, both of us chasing our release. “Can you get there?” I breathed.
He nodded and reached between us to circle his cock.
Shifting to one arm, I put my hand over his and helped bring him over.
When he came, he sucked in a deep breath, but kept his eyes on me before they fluttered closed.
The squeeze of his channel along my shaft brought me over, releasing into him with shuddered thrusts and ragged breathing. “Mason,” I panted as he squeezed me.
When I couldn’t hold on any longer, I collapsed onto his chest. Strong arms circled me as he rained kisses on every inch of skin he could reach. Releasing a deep, contented sigh, I held onto the man I loved as the waves crashed along the shore and lulled us into a blissful reality.