Chapter 22

He began to move to lie on the bed, but David stopped him, instead returning him to where he’d been. And bare thighs to bare thighs was so much better.

Oliver grabbed for the lube, pouring some into his hand, and reached back to ready himself even more as David pulled a condom down over his cock and watched him.

The feel and stretch as Oliver lowered himself down onto him was better than anything he could remember.

Maybe that was because he was, and he admitted now, to himself, still half in love with David, but mostly he thought it was because it was something he’d thought he’d never feel again.

“Fuck.” Oliver closed his eyes a moment, letting out a deep breath before lifting up to lower himself again.

David grabbed his hips, both steadying him and helping him to keep a gradually building rhythm. “Like that. Just like that.”