Page 103 of This I Promise You
“I love you so much, Paul,” he whispers into my mouth.
“I love you, Easton,” I answer back. He moans as I leave my mark just above his collarbone.
“Holy…fuck. I’ve never…felt… Oh my God,” he manages to moan in between thrusts. I match his words with action and, once again, I’m grateful for my gym therapy because I never want this to end even though my abs are on fire.
“Lay down on your stomach,” I instruct, exiting him and lightly tapping his ass.
But then, there he is, all sprawled out before me and I can’t help but think how lucky I am to have a love like this. Not just his body but him. To have an equal to share inactualpleasure. Too many times I’ve been taken advantage of sexually and I’m finally in a place to be able to trade the horrific memories of my past with precious moments like these.
“You okay?” Easton has a pillow under his chest with his arms wrapped around it.
“You’ve helped fix me, Easton. Of course I’m okay. Sure, there will be some bad days to come. But knowing I have you makes everything seem less…well, just less. Areyouokay?”
He nods into the pillow. “I meant it when I said I’ve never felt like this. You make me feel wanted and worthy. Nothing compares to you, babe.”
I hum and I crawl to him and kiss him. I climb on top and press my body against his back. My lips against his ear. “You are worthy, Easton Belle, of the most perfect love imaginable. And if you’ll let me, I will do my best to give it to you.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you for choosing me.”
He breathes deep as I kiss down his back and find my favorite spot again. He moans his reply as I get him ready. It doesn’t take long before I’m back inside and making him sing.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years pass as we lose ourselves in each other. I don’t know where he starts and where I end. I move and he screams out. I moan and he moves.
I’m in a pushup position with him squirming under me. His face in the pillow, teeth clutching its case.
He moans, “Paul…I’m…gonna come.”
I breathe, “Come for me, baby.”
“Oh God,” he says.
“Holy fuck.”
“I’m coming.”
He arches his back to allow me to dig deeper, harder. I lace my fingers into his as we clutch the sheets together. I don’t stop even after we finish together in a bubble of elite, luxurious bliss. He’s shuddering as I take my time slowing down and we both decrescendo from on high.
I roll onto my back and throw the full condom aside. We are definitely going to have to shower again. But that can wait.
I just remembered he never opened his gift!
“Birthday gift time.” I catch my breath and get up to retrieve it.
“Haven’t you given me enough today?” He’s eyeing me down as I walk back.
“It’s barely…” I look at the clock. “Holy shit it’s after six p.m.” I’m back on the bed holding his present out to him. “It’s definitely later than I thought, but there’s still food and gifts and cuddles, maybe a nap. Perhaps even a round two to look forward to.”
“You spoil me.”
“I love you.”
“I loveyou,” he says and plants a kiss on my lips.
“Open, open.”
Easton fusses with the bag and removes the tissue paper. He reaches in and pulls it out.
