Chapter 12

Their lovemaking was slow, quiet and as gentle as Martin could make it. Colin was tight; Martin had to battle hard not to cum the moment he was fully inside Colin’s warm chute. Martin set up a steady rhythm, all the while caressing Colin’s back muscles, kissing his shoulders, running fingers through the man’s thick hair. Martin whispered words of love and affection into Colin’s ear, punctuating each phrase with a kiss or a lick.

Beneath him, Colin went boneless, tension seeming to flow out of the man’s body.

Reaching under Colin, Martin found his husband’s stiff cock pressed against the bottom sheet. There was little room for him to work.

“You cum first, then I’ll roll over and we can see to me,” Colin said on a groan, Martin guessing he’d just bumped against his man’s prostate.

“Love you,” Martin whispered, knowing he couldn’t hold off much longer.

“Love you, too.”