Chapter 59

Nerein shut eyes, took a breath, visibly shuddered with self-control. “The more you touch me—I want to—”

“Then yes,” Peter told him. “Yes, please, show me, let me see you—”

Nerein, atop him, astride him, sat up more. Gripped his own cock: long and dark, length pumping in and out of his hand, pearlescent drips beading up and making each stroke slicker.

Peter murmured, watching, “Oh, yes, that…do what you like, what feels good, let me see…” and gloried in it: lying prone under his lover, while Nerein so clearly wanted him, desired him, got quick-breathed and ready at the sight of him, all lit up and flushed with undeniable arousal, hand stroking faster and faster over Peter all laid out for him.

“I need,” Nerein panted, voice raspy as coral, “I need—so close—you’re so beautiful, Peter, my Peter—I want to show you, want myself all over you, covering you with me—”