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Accordingly, I wanted to kiss him everywhere. I crept lower still, letting my chin brush his cock, loving his intake of breath. Last night had been more of an exploration of unfamiliar territory, a chance to tease and taste, but now, with a snowy morning stretching ahead of us, I could seize more control and devour. Raising up on my elbows, I licked long stripes up his shaft.
“Atlas.” His voice shook as well as his soft stomach. Taking my name as a plea, I swallowed him down, cautiously as he’d done with my cock, then more enthusiastically as I discovered how far I could go without tripping my gag reflex. I hadn’t passed every swimming test the navy had handed me for nothing. In fact, it was damn fun to see how long I could hold my breath and make Zeb tremble and curse.
“Fuck. How are you this good?”
“Maybe I had a good teacher?” I winked before getting back to the job at hand. The weight of his shaft on my tongue, the slightly salty taste, and Zeb’s reactions combined to make me hum happily.
“You really like doing this, don’t you?” Zeb’s voice was so full of wonder that I had to laugh.
“Yeah, I really do.” I started to return to blowing him, but Zeb shoved at my shoulder.
“Atlas. Really want to come together. Please.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” I’d been fully intending to make him come with my mouth and then worry about my own insistent erection afterward, but I was powerless to deny Zeb. “And you said please.”
“Please.” He trembled as I levered myself back up and over him, lining our cocks up so I could take them in my hand. Zeb exhaled like he’d been waiting decades for exactly that. “Oh, this is my favorite thing.”
“Mine too.” I groaned because his dick was slick from my mouth, cockhead sliding easily against mine. Zeb was a little self-conscious about our size difference, but I honestly loved it. His cock seemed to align perfectly with every sensitive spot on mine, and the way he fit my hand and mouth made it seem like he was made especially for me.
“Fuck me.” Eyes drifting closed, he bucked up into my grip. He likely meant the plea metaphorically, but the image of him under me, welcoming me inside him, sturdy legs wrapped tightly around me was almost enough to make me come on the spot.
“Soon.” I chuckled, loving how his eyes popped open, gaze hot and needy. “You said there’s a way to do it that won’t hurt you. I trust you to tell me if it’s too uncomfortable.”
Trust. It was at the heart of everything between us, and considering the life-and-death nature of my work, it was sobering to realize I trusted Zeb more than almost anyone else on the planet. And while I was still worried about possibly causing him discomfort, I believed in our ability to communicate.
“Trust me that the only uncomfortable thing will be if you stop.” Zeb gave a strained laugh. “Expect a supersize bottle of top-quality lube in your stocking.”
“Counting on it.” An unexpected tender feeling overwhelmed me, made my grip slow and loosen. Zeb made a sound of protest, reaching between us to place his hand over mine. I welcomed the warmth of his hand against mine almost as much as his kiss as he arched toward me, lips soft and ready. “Zeb…you really are perfect.”
“You sure make me feel that way.” Claiming his kiss, he didn’t give me a chance to tell him that it went both ways.
He made me feel special in a way no one else ever had. And not simply because I was big and ripped or competent at a challenging job, but like I was worthy merely by existing. In fact, I didn’t feel any pressure to be perfect with Zeb, which made me relax and believe his praise that much more.
“Damn, baby. That’s good.” Our combined grip was that much better than my hand alone. The tightness and warmth alone were driving me closer to the edge, and the increased connection only heightened my pleasure. “I don’t want this to end.”
I meant the words on many levels, but Zeb chuckled, eyes sparkling.
“Me either.” Zeb’s words came in between breathy laughs. “But my cock has other ideas. Damn. I’m close.”
“Good.” I kissed him with a newfound urgency, pouring all those unsaid words and emotions into the sex. Gratitude for how he made me feel. Longing for what couldn’t be. Desire for him, body and soul both. All of it. I kissed him and held him close and let his hand over mine set the rhythm, which shifted from fast to frantic.
“Coming.” Pulling loose from the kiss, Zeb arched toward me, head tipping back as his cock spurted all over our hands. Slick. Messy. Perfect. The increased slipperiness was enough to get me there, but it was the absolute awe on his face that made my breath catch and my pulse stutter.
