CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO #2
He gathers the cum from my chest and feeds it into my hole.
He glides the water-based lube over his dick repeatedly until his throbbing, veined length glistens.
Elio glances up at me, sweat clinging to his forehead.
He smirks as he pushes into me carefully, filling me up.
“Holy…” My words are cut off with a gasp. “Fuck.” I grunt.
“That’s it, baby.” He leans forward, and I slide my hand around his shoulder, tilting my ass up as he pumps into me delicately. “Keep your eyes on me, darling,” he asserts. “Don’t look away from me.”
My dick hardens through his intense strokes, and I close my hand around the base, pumping in rhythm with his relentless thrusts.
“Elio… little devil… fuck!” I’m out of breath.
It all feels so fucking good. I never want it to end.
“Fuck!” Elio grunts and stares into my eyes with a smile.
Hips thrusting, dick jerking in my palm, the intensity of being this close and intimate with him pulls us closer to climax.
It doesn’t take long for his body to give in to the aching pleasure.
His head falls back, eyes shutting hard as he keeps chasing the thrill.
Of having me locked in his arms. Of having himself buried inside me. All of this is so fucking beautiful in the best way. He trembles as his length slips out of me and he shoots all over my dick and balls, panting heavily.
I close the gap between us, taking his lips in a kiss and stroking myself until I cum all over my chest again.
Above me, he giggles as he stares at my beautiful skin coated in my release.
My shoulders rise for a deep breath as he collapses onto my chest. I circle my hand around his body and press a kiss on his forehead.
“I love you.” I whisper and press my lips on his head again.
Those three words pierce through me and settle over me in an irresistible warmth. Heat blooms all over my skin.
He stills and lifts his gaze to meet mine.
Anxiety stabs in my chest as I almost break eye contact, but his hand closes around my jaw and keeps me steady.
“You don’t have to say it now. But I have been really feeling this way for a while, and I didn’t want to wait anymore…”
He lifts his fingers to my lips, shutting me up. His eyes burn with desire as he leans in and takes my lips in a kiss.
Those pretty brown eyes zero in on me and sweep me off my feet.
I never thought I’d ever say those words to anyone and mean it.
But when it comes to Elio, I mean every word I say.
Tears slide down my cheeks as he watches me affectionately. “You mean so much to me, darling.” He tells me and kisses the tears on my cheek. He takes my hand and brings it to his heart. “My heart. Yours. My body. Yours.”
He embraces me through the plethora of emotions buzzing all over our naked, spent skin. Silence falls around us, leaving only those words echoing in my mind. He’s handed me something precious, and I’ll carry it close to my heart and soul for the rest of my life.
“You think we can go again before the family arrives?”
“Abso-fucking-loutely.”
ELIO
Cross stands over the table, hand clenched around a wine bottle. He pours the red liquid into the glass and hands it to me. “Here you go,” he smiles, “And one for you too because I know how much you love your wine.” He turns to Saint, glass in one hand. He pours and hands it to him.
“Thank you.” Saint says, eyes sliding over to me.
Barely hours ago, I had the man who loves me in my arms. It’s so terrifyingly beautiful. That I’ll have him forever.
My life’s no longer about running and looking over my shoulders. And living through every day is becoming so much easier. The good days are on the verge of outweighing the bad days.
And it means so much to me that I’m sitting here with my family having dinner. The last time I had something like this was years ago. I wasn’t terrified or worried about what could happen next. I was just me.
Sitting beside the man who loves me, with our hands linked under the dining table while we eat with his brother, sister, and cousins.
I look at Saint with a smile, and he winks at me as he sips his wine.
And it’s not just being here that means a lot to me, but their acceptance as well.
I’m free.
And I’m sitting next to the man I’m falling in love with, and that matters to me more than anything in this world.
Plates clink and pass from hand to hand, conversation rising and falling in waves as laughter threads through the living room. Under the table, my hand tightens around Saint’s hand, and our gazes meet one more time with a grin. Stories circle back and forth as the moon rises outside the dark sky.
When we finish, chairs scrape back, and Saint and I take care of the dishes while they get ready to leave. We embrace one another in a heartfelt hug before Saint and I lead them outside the house.
“Elio, you could come to an art fair with me.” Cross says before I shut the door
“Of course, we’ll talk more on the phone. Bye.” Elio smiles.
Silence settles in as I shut the door, and Saint and I walk down the hallway together. He takes my hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss. “Now I get to have you all to myself again.”
“And I don’t mind, darling.”
I gasp and giggle as he hoists me up in his arms, taking me up the stairs.