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“You look gorgeous in white,” I teased. “It contrasts with your skin tone perfectly. But it will look better someplace else.”
Greer grunted as I spread a particularly large dollop between his cheeks and over his hole.
“That’s better.”
“I’m going to be so sticky with all that sugar.”
I bit his ass cheek, making him jump.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean you up when I’m finished,” I said, dripping chilled champagne over the icing. His squat game was real, and I was a lucky, lucky man.
“Fucking hell, that tickles,” he shivered as it trickled down his crevice.
“You’re not squirming enough, sweetheart. You had me so hard and desperate for your mouth, but you kept stopping and making me wait.” I smiled as I dragged my now slick cock along his taint, making him moan.
“You’re torturing me,” he whined. “You’re supposed to give me what I need.” Leaning over his back, but careful not to press my skin to his, I bit his earlobe, then sucked it. “Then I better get started, huh?”
Squatting behind him, I spread his cheeks open and licked the icing and champagne away.
“Oh, my fucking god!” Greer almost bolted off the bed at the contact, so I steadied him with my left hand on his back.
“Easy, there. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Before I could return to pleasuring him, the flickering candlelight caused the plain gold band to catch my eye. There was nothing ornate or special about it. But for some reason, it was the most precious thing to me. That and the man under my palm.
My chest tightened as I went back to loving the man I’d waited a lifetime for. The taste of his skin coated in champagne and icing was intoxicating. The more he squirmed, the more I licked and sucked. When I finally worked him open with my tongue, he gave up.
“Just fuck me already,” he groaned, thrusting his ass in the air when I pulled back.
“You sure about that, babe?” I asked, reaching for the lube. “It might be sticky.”
“Austin Wentworth-Rowan,” he growled. “Fuck. Me.”
Hearing him call me by my new surname made me so fucking happy. “Yes, sir. You’re the boss.”
He chuckled, then gasped as I placed the head of my cock at his entrance. Leaning over him, I placed my hands over his, then laced our fingers together. “I’m going slow. Just tell me if it’s too much.”
He nodded, then released a moan as I made tiny thrusts against his entrance, then added more pressure. I wasn’t a patient man, but for him, I’d do anything.
“More, babe. Give me more.”
“Not yet,” I purred into his ear. “Slow. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Austin,” he groaned, “I’ll tell you if it hurts. I promise.”
I let go of his hand and reached for my glass to finish my champagne. Placing the glass on the bedside table, I leaned down and kissed the side of his mouth. Greer picked up and turned his head enough that our mouths could meet in a slow, sensual kiss as I pushed in further. I wanted to stroke him, but he didn’t seem to need it.
He opened his mouth to groan, and I swallowed down every sound as he met my every thrust with one of his own. Slowly, I worked my way inside him, then stilled to allow him to adjust. But my husband didn’t seem to enjoy that and began thrusting back onto me.
So, like the good husband I planned to be, I gave him what we both wanted. I changed my angle to rub the head across the spongy gland that made him see stars.
“God, yes, there, yes, yes. Don’t stop,” he moaned and writhed under me. Taking him from behind made my eyes roll back in my head from the pressure and the heat of him.
When our climaxes crested and took us over the edge, I was the happiest man in the world.
“God,” he panted, “I’m going to rail you so hard next time.”
I laughed and kissed his cheek. “I’m counting on it.”
