Page 92 of Good Directions

“Fuuuuck…” he groans, his eyes turning the perfect shade of cerulean.

I don’t have to ask twice. Half a heartbeat later, Anton is naked and rolling on a condom.

“You bossing me around does it for me way more than it should,” he comments, kissing me hard.

“That’s what I was counting on.”

“Playing dirty…why, Sawyer Brown…” Anton tsks. “What am I going to do with you?”

I lick my lips, my pulse jackhammering through my veins, trying to find it in me to tell him what I want. Something that I never thought I’d ever be able to do. Until I met him. Until he had the patience to stick with me. To see me. To trust me.

“Fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

Anton lines himself up with my entrance and sinks in slowly. My body welcomes him, the glorious stretch I’ve discovered that I love before he starts to move. I hold him here, relishing this feeling. Of him. Of us coming together.

Then he moves.

Gently at first, slowly rocking back and forth, kissing me with each new stroke as he finds the perfect cadence. The soft, serene dance of two people learning to trust. And there are few people I trust more than I do Anton Hayes. Few people who understand me better.

In fact, maybe no one.

So I lose myself in that. In him. In each new move he makes, the feel of him against me and in me so overwhelming and still not enough.

We’re a jumble of limbs, moving at our own pace, our own rhythm, a symphony no one else can hear or understand. Just us. The world outside falls away, nothing else existing but the here and now.

“Is that what you wanted, beautiful? My cock buried deep inside you?” he whispers in my ear, just loud enough for me to hear.

I nod, rolling my hips to meet his, trying to silently communicate. But it still leaves me wanting.

“Or do you want more? Huh?”

I whimper, a single hard thrust stealing my breath, making my pulse jump. Fuck, yes.

“So that’s what my girl wants…” His voice is deep, gravelly, despite the low volume, making it that much more intoxicating. “For me to make this pretty pussy mine?”

Shifting, Anton angles his hips upward, thrusting hard, hitting a spot inside that sends a bolt of lust straight through me, making me see stars. I yelp, gasping for air as he does it again, the pleasure almost too much.

“Shhhhhh, baby, don’t want us to get caught…”

He reaches in between us as he reprimands me, finding my clit as he thrusts once more. And I’m done for.

The stars align and planets collide, creating an explosion that rivals the big bang. I open my mouth, Anton’s hand immediately flying up to cover it, but no sound comes out, my climax slamming into me like a wrecking ball. My vision goes hazy and my body rigid as I lose myself to the feeling.

To the entire world.

Anton bites down on my shoulder, trying to muffle his cry as his own orgasm hits, and I hold on to him, trying to keep him as close as I can. Physically, emotionally, and in every other way possible.

All my emotions flood to the surface, tears prickling the corners of my eyes, overwhelming me. I can’t put words to what I feel, other than everything. And I don’t want it to end.

“Hey, hey…” Anton says, wiping a tear from my cheek. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

I laugh, more tears spilling out. Because, as always, he knows damn well he wasn’t.

“You were okay, I guess.” I shrug.

“I’ll take okay.”