When Will I See You Again
Raoul slid both fingers
in up to the first knuckle, scissoring them, stretching the guardian muscle in
order to relax it. They’d done this so many times, he could easily have mapped
the interior of Jamie’s body, blindfolded.
The process of making Jamie ready for him never took long; he knew just
how much Jamie needed to be stretched in order to accommodate his wolfen girth.
Neither one had ever had another lover; from the beginning, they’d been a
perfect fit.
He bent his long fingers, inserting them all
the way, reached for Jamie’s prostate. Jamie arched his back in pleasure,
pre-cum seeping from his cock; the blond shivered with expectation.
“You feel ready, baby,
are you ready?”
“I’m ready.” His breath
came in ragged gasps as he situated himself, using his thigh muscles to hold
him steady as he maneuvered over Raoul’s shaft. He grasped it, positioning the
cockhead by his opening.
Jamie paused. Raoul
looked up at him, their gazes locking.
“I love you,” Jamie murmured in a voice that shook with emotion, just
before he impaled himself.
Raoul gasped, feeling
himself sheathed in the warmth that was Jamie. Tightness and heat and
everything that made life worth living—Jamie was all of that and more.
“God, I love you,” he
blurted out in reply. He reached for one of Jamie’s hands, twining the fingers
together as Jamie began to rock on his cock. Back and forth he rocked, with a
heated urgency. “Oh yeah, just like that… keep going, just keep going…”
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