Page 78 of Seasons of Love
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah.
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AIDEN
"Babe?"
"One sec, just need to tuck this corner in," I said, pulling the white sheet tight under the mattress.
"Babe…"
His deep, husky voice was like a caress down my back and a stroke of my cock all in one. It was impossible to resist Slade. I didn't know why I'd even tried, because I'd been doomed to fail that particular objective from the get-go.
I turned around to see Slade wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his chest hair still wet from his shower.
He ran his fingers through his hair and then down his face. His piercing blue eyes never left me as he stroked his beard before moving his hand farther down his stomach to where the towel was wrapped into a knot.
Fuck, he could put on a show.
"You know Tom and Wren will be here in a couple of hours."
"Uh huh."
He flipped the knot, but held it in a way that it all came undone while still covering his cock.
"Fuck, you're killing me, Slade. We have loads to do before they get here."
"Yeah, I know. You're too tense. I thought you could work some of that off…on me."
And then he dropped the towel onto the floor.
I groaned at the sight of his hard shaft, begging to be touched.
"Fine. But I'm not going to enjoy this."
He laughed. "Liar."
He was right. I was going to enjoy every single second of it.
I followed him out of the guest bedroom, where I'd been making the bed for our guests, and into the master bedroom.
"On your knees," I commanded.
He got up on the bed on all fours.
I was only wearing sweatpants, so I pulled them down and stepped out of them.
The bottle of lube was already on the bed.
In the last week we'd been tested and had received our results, but with putting my place up for sale and dealing with all the admin of moving my business to Chester Falls, we hadn't had energy for more than blowjobs or hand jobs in the shower.
Now it seemed my man needed more than a rushed orgasm. Well, we did have a couple of hours, and God had invented restaurants exactly for these times when we were too busy having sex to cook. True story.
I ran a finger up his thigh, teasing him. "You want me inside you, baby?"
"Fuck, yes."
