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“I’ve never counted his coins,” I murmured. “Please tell me you have lube here.”
“In the bathroom. In my toiletries bag.”
I smashed a kiss against his mouth and climbed off the bed, fingering out of my socks as I stumbled into the bathroom.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” I called over my shoulder to him.
The lube was thankfully easy to find, and when I made it back to the bed, Owen had arranged himself against the pillows like a god, all golden and spread apart for me with his long and hard cock in his fist.
“If everything that’s mine is yours,” I said, pouring a generous amount of lube over my achingly hard dick, “then everything that’s yours is mine. Right?”
“Right.”
His lashes fluttered, and I pressed one knee into the bed, climbing back between his legs, my cock and my fingers slick with lube.
“Then take your hand off my dick, Owen.”
“It’s been months,” he protested.
“Then a couple more hours won’t kill you.”
“Hours?” His eyes went wide, the protest falling short when I pressed one of my fingers right into his hole.
Fuck.
He was so hot and tight, and it had been so long since he’d been wrapped around me that I’d almost forgotten how much his body felt like heaven.
Moving between his legs, I used my shoulders to spread him wide, then pushed my tongue alongside my finger between his cheeks. Owen grabbed my hair, yanking hard against my scalp, but I wasn’t anywhere close to giving in or being done.
“Don’t touch my cock, Owen,” I reminded him again, dipping my tongue inside.
I added another finger, making a loud and sloppy mess of his hole until sweat slicked down his thighs and caused his legs to slip and slide against my arms and my shoulders. A quick look up showed his balls so high I could barely see the shape of them and his cock so hard it bounced against his stomach with a loud slap when I pulled at it.
“That’ll make me come,” he panted.
“Better not.”
He was harder than I’d ever seen him, but I was harder than I’d ever been too. His hole was soaked in spit and already puffy around the rim, and when I aligned the head of my dick, I slid inside with ease. Owen shouted when I seated myself fully inside of him, a thick spurt of precum oozing out of the tip of his dick and into his happy trail.
“I missed how good this hole feels,” I praised his body, peppering kisses along the sharp angle of his jaw until I reached his ear.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“What for?”
“Everything.” Owen shook his head and closed his eyes. I tapped my fingers against his cheekbones until he opened up, revealing a curtain of unshed tears below his irises.
“We’ve both done stupid things,” I assured him. “But we can stop that now. Right?”
He nodded.
I eased my hips backward, shivering at the way his body tried to grip my length as I pulled out and slid back in.
“You’re going to be with me now, right?” I asked, setting a pace so slow it had to be as torturous for me as it was for him.
“Yes,” he whined, one of his hands going for his cock before he shouted his frustration and fisted the sheets instead.
“Touch me,” I said.
