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“So we slow it down a little,” he whispers, the words soft between us. “Yeah?”
“Okay,” I whisper back. “Yeah.”
Hand sliding up my back, Jasper cups the nape of my neck, then thrusts up into me, driving his cock deeper into me.
“Ride me, baby boy.”
I raise myself up, letting him help me with his grip around my waist. “Kiss me, please.”
As soon as his lips connect with mine, I sink down on him. His tongue comes out to swipe my lower lip as I lift again, and when I sink back down, he tangles his hand in my hair.
I lose myself. In him. In our kiss. In the way he’s holding my waist and helping me rock on his cock. In the fingers tangled in my hair and the tongue sliding against mine. In the fullness and the heat and the soft moans.
My orgasm creeps up on me, building and building and building until I’m sure each roll of my hips will be the one that sends me over the edge.
Breaking our kiss with a gasp, Jasper presses his forehead to mine. “My beautiful baby boy,” he whispers, his lips catching on mine. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
His voice is rough and almost a little shaky, and I lose myself in that too.
There’s nothing but me and Jasper.
No guilt or worry or stress. Just the man I love wrapped around me, holding me close.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” The words don’t even make it past my lips before my body locks up and I soak the space between us. I’m gasping, my chest heaving and my breathing ragged. I slump forward, forcing Jasper to support all of my weight as I roll my hips, trying to drag out the pleasure as much as I can.
Jasper pumps his hips up, then stills, moaning softly against my lips as his cock jerks and pulses inside me.
Cum drips out around his cock as he works it in and out of me in quick bursts, fucking me through his orgasm and the aftershocks of my own.
A few seconds later, he blows out a deep breath, pressing soft kisses to my lips. “I love you so much, Arlo.”
“I love you so much too. Thank you for fighting for me. For saving me. For knowing what I need even when I don’t.”
He drums his fingers against my back. “I always want to give you what you need, baby boy.”
He does. He always does. He has since the very first night he brought me home. “I think what I need now is different.”
“I think so too,” he breathes.
I don’t want sex with him to be impersonal and rough. I want to feel connected and loved.
“What’s going on in your head?” Jasper asks, using his grip on my hair to tilt my head back so I’m forced to look at him.
“Something really awful and embarrassing.”
He searches my face for a second, then grins. “I’ll let you keep your secrets for now.”
I rest my head against his shoulder, his softened cock still inside me. “I don’t want to keep secrets anymore. I promised, remember?”
Jasper hums. “I do.”
“I like sex with you. I always have.” I sit back so I can make eye contact with him.
Jasper brings his hand to my face, pressing his thumb to my lower lip for a second. “Yeah?”
I nod, my throat tight. “I’m not sure I want sex between us to be… impersonal anymore.”
Jasper cocks his head, his brow furrowing. “Our sex has never been impersonal for me, baby boy.”
