Page 101 of Alfie: Part One

That’d been a fantastic vacation. Just the two of us. Four days of going between the bed, the beach, the restaurant, and the private hot tub.

I shrugged out of my shirt and threw it aside, then undid my pants and pulled out my cock. With one firm stroke, I shuddered and took charge of the planning.

“You forgot a location on your little fuck-list,” I said.

“The kitchen?”

I grinned to myself and slicked up my cock with spit, which he definitely heard.

“Do you still use toys?” I asked.

“Um, yeah, sometimes.” He raised himself up enough to peer over his shoulder, just as I leaned over him and pressed my cock between his ass cheeks. Toys were good. No need to spend half an eternity preparing him. “Are you hungry for me, papi?”

“Is the sky blue?” I reached over and kissed his cheek quickly. “Brace yourself.”

A breath gusted out of him, and I saw the sleek muscles in his back contract.

He was a fucking vision.

I gripped his hip and rubbed the head of my cock against his opening, and I couldn’t look away. I pushed in slowly and watched his hole stretch around me, and despite the pain he had to be in, he pushed back.

I eased a hand over his back in silent comfort, or a reminder. He didn’t have to hurt himself more than necessary. We had time.

We have time.

I repeated the words to myself and got slapped with a dose of reality. This wasAlfie. My wild boy and the love of my life. Against all odds, we were here again. I got to kiss him, hold him, and fuck him. I’d never in a million years thought I’d see the day.

“Easy,” I whispered.

“I can’t,” he whimpered. “I need all of you.”

I screwed my eyes shut and pushed in all the way, and I dropped my forehead to the dip between his shoulder blades.Pleasure coursed through me, almost as forcefully as my longing.

You promised me forever.

Right up until that point, something must’ve been switched off inside me. Like I was only feeling fifty percent of what was going on, leaving me almost…cold. But not anymore. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t treat him like a one-night stand or something temporary. He was supposed to bemine, for fuck’s sake.

I let out a breath and rubbed a hand up his side.

Goose bumps rose across his back, and I felt him tremble under me.

I withdrew my cock before pushing in again, and I set an unhurried pace as I buried my face against his neck. He felt so fucking good that I wasn’t sure how one night was ever going to be enough.

“Tell me about the toys you’ve been using,” I murmured against his skin.

He shuddered and groaned. “M-mostly a dildo in the shower.”

Fuck. I had memories of that too. We’d loved shower sex. And toys.

“With a suction cup?” I bit back a moan and picked up the pace.

He nodded and tensed up a bit.

“Then you’ll get off in the shower,” I told him.

“What did we say about edging?” he snapped. “Fuck, West, you gotta get me off.”

“I will. In the shower.” I leaned away from him and got a firm grip on his hips once more, and I stared at where my cock went in and out of him. He was so damn tight, and the spit offered more friction. Almond oil had been our favorite once upon a time, though this was a close second. “Consider the temporarydenial a punishment for thinking you’re in charge of making plans for us.”