Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
ANDERS
“Good morning.”
No one had pulled the blackout shades last night, and the bright morning light streamed in. The gloominess of yesterday was gone, and we woke up to bright, clear skies.
“Good morning to you,” I answered.
“Before another thing is said, I like waking up to you. And want to do it again tomorrow.”
“I’m not even up yet.” Silly Emil was something else.
“You never sleep this late,” Emil countered. “And I’m putting it on the table early. Tonight, you’re back in my bed.”
“I must’ve been tired. You ready for some coffee?” At his raised eyebrow, I added, “And I’ll be sleeping here tonight.”
“No on the coffee, yay on the other.” Emil leaned forward and kissed me softly.
My first instinct was to rear back because morning breath wasn’t great for anyone. Emil took that choice out of my hands when he lifted his hand to cradle my head and stop my retreat. His sleepy smile eased my tension, and the urge to be brave spurred me forward.
“My turn.” This time, I leaned forward and kissed Emil softly. His lips parted just a fraction, and my tongue darted out for the tiniest of swipes.
“Let me try.” When Emil moved closer, he fitted his lips to mine. It was sweet and gentle and left the decision to go deeper entirely up to me. I parted my lips and scooted closer.
That was enough teasing for both of us. Our mouths met again, but this time, they were open and wet, and there was no hesitation.
I heard myself make embarrassing, needy noises, and Emil swallowed them all.
Neither of us wanted to waste time breathing, so we kept tasting each other and hoped for the best.
When the burn in my lungs became too much, I pulled back, but Emil followed me.
He pushed me back on the pillows and positioned himself half on top of me.
One of his knees was wedged apart my legs, and I wished I felt his bare skin.
Our fabric-covered cocks brushed against each other, and my gasp at the contact made him chuckle.
“You all right? You seem kinda surprised.”
“Nooo, just wish…”
“What?”
“I wish I could feel all of you.”
“Same. Fucking same,” Emil said with a chuckle.
He pushed himself up, straddled my hips, then swept his T-shirt off.
When he was done, I got to see the wiry hair across his pecs that tapered down into his flannel sleep pants.
In another three seconds, he’d managed to maneuver my shirt off too.
My chest hair was sparse, and nothing on me was chiseled, but he looked at me like I was something to be devoured. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Still too many clothes, Emmie.” Rather than answer, he helped me shimmy out of my flannels and then did the same before climbing back on top of me.
His hands landed on my stomach, and he fanned his fingers out.
They traveled up to my chest, and Emmie used his thumbs to brush against my nipples.
My sharp gasp made him smile. He dipped down and took the tiny nub into his mouth.
His tongue laved over it, and my body hummed in anticipation of where this was going.
Emil moved to blanket my body, and his weight settled me.
“Sweet boy, you okay with this?” Emil was looking straight into my eyes. It was overwhelming, but avoiding the direct question wasn’t an option.
“Yeah.”
“You know we don’t have to do anything.”
“I know,” I rasped. “But I want to, so…” When his cock pressed against me, the firmness made me ache, and my brain could only process so much.
Emil dropped kisses along the column of my neck, and my nerve endings tingled at the rough scrape of his morning beard. When he moved farther down my body, I thought I’d go up in flames. When I tried to reciprocate, he pinned my hands down next to me on the bed.
“Nope. I’ve been imagining seeing you like this for weeks. Let me enjoy you.”
And then he did. Emil kissed, licked, sucked, and explored every inch of me.
Everywhere his fingers and mouth wandered left me panting for more.
He wasn’t rushed. Instead, he savored me like a favorite meal, and all I could manage was to lie back and enjoy.
When I tried to reciprocate, I was told to let him have his fun.
It was so, so different from any other experience that it almost felt like my first time again.
But, unsurprisingly, I eventually lost the ability to think much of anything because my brain was mush and my body was on fire.
Each nibble on my collarbone, my hipbone, my upper thigh sent me closer to the edge.
My leaky cock left me shiny and sticky, but Emmie just took it to mean he should lick me clean, which only made me leak more. He seemed perfectly okay with the repeated cleanup. I begged, pleaded, and whined for him to take me into his mouth, but he just moved on and left me shaking with need.
“Sweet boy, you’re so fucking delicious,” Emmie murmured when he took another swipe across the top of my dick. When his tongue found that bundle of nerves, it sent me half off the bed. Again and again, he teased me until I was shattering into bits.
“Emmie, I want all of you. Please, please. Don’t make me wait.
Please.” There wasn’t any pride in my voice.
I needed him like I needed life itself. He controlled all the strings that were tying me to this bed, and I never wanted him to let me go.
Emmie sucked one ball and then the other into his mouth.
I lost the ability to speak, just keen and buck. Emmie, even at my size, anchored me to the bed. His strength and adoring attention were more than I’d ever had. It was sunshine after months of winter. I basked in the attention. Basked.
“Gladly.” Emmie moved up my body and crashed his mouth onto mine. His tongue swept inside and gave me a preview of what was to come. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it had to be until he decided to send me over the edge.
Emmie left me long enough to grab some lube out of his nightstand along with a condom.
“I was tested after… Well, you know. I’m good if you want to skip that.”
“Goddammit, I should’ve done that the minute I met you,” Emmie choked out. “I’m getting tested as soon as the doctor can get me in.” He paused to give me one more searing kiss. “I want to feel all of you.”
“Yesssss,” I hissed.
He drizzled some lube on his fingers before throwing my legs over his shoulder. I’d never felt more exposed and seen all at once. Emmie’s blown pupils and shallow breathing made me forget any hint of self-consciousness.
Emmie circled my hole with his index finger before slipping the tip of it into me. My hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation. Emmie wasn’t in the mood to torture me more and pushed farther inside me. My channel contracted around him after he pushed through the ring of muscle.
“Sweet boy, you’re greedy,” Emmie chuckled before adding a second finger. He let me breathe through the burn before moving in and out. “Christ, I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”
“Don’t…want…to…wait…” I panted out.
Emmie added another finger, and the burn took my breath away. He pumped and spread his fingers, finally adding a third after drizzling more lube. He curled his fingers up and found that magic spot inside me. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck, I can’t wait.” Emmie gripped my thigh and positioned himself at my needy hole.
He slipped the head of his cock in, let me adjust, and then slid in inch by agonizing inch until he was fully seated.
The burn threatened to split me in half, but death by Emmie’s cock seemed like a hell of a way to go.
“I-I-I’m good,” I managed to say before Emmie pulled out and then slammed forward.
There was no chance of maintaining any coherent thoughts, so I let the sensations wash over me.
Each thrust sent me further over the line until there was nothing left but sensation pinpricking my entire body.
It was the most delicious torture. I wanted it to be over and last forever at the same time.
When Emmie’s hips faltered, I knew he was right there with me on the edge.
He dropped a hand to my dick and tugged twice before I exploded into a thousand shards.
Rope after rope of cum spurted from me and splashed across his hand and chest. He gave one more erratic pump and shouted as his release poured into the condom.
Emmie’s harsh breathing fanned across my ear when he pushed off my leg and collapsed on top of me.
When he tried to move away, I grabbed him tight and pulled him closer.
The heaviness settled into me more deeply than anything ever had.
I never wanted to let him go.
“When is enough enough?”
“Are you talking world peace or dusting?” Emmie asked.
After a lovely wakeup, we’d retreated into the workroom.
I was trying to get into diamond painting, but it was not for me.
It was slow going, and every placement was a chore.
When I got frustrated, I did get to look at the flowers that somehow were left on the front porch.
We’d heard the knock but hadn’t bothered to get out of bed.
“World peace, of course.”
Emmie made his way over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. Once there, he quietly kneaded them. The calmness of the moment washed over me. This morning had been mind-blowing, fantastic, hopefully repeated fun, but these quiet moments? I loved them more.
“What particular part of world peace are you wanting to ditch?”
“The part that requires me to put all these little dots on here,” I answered and held up the diamond painting kit I’d started. My felted gnome had been finished a few days ago. It wasn’t going to be a hobby I picked up, but I liked it better than this.
“If you don’t like it, don’t finish it.”
“That’s a waste of money,” I said simply.