19. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Myles

A sensation stirred me, something mildly odd yet good.

I let out a low noise, but slumber tugged me under again, the heaviness drooping my eyelids.

A nudge down below roused me once more, and I moved a little. A pinprick of pleasure burst through me, followed by a sense of fullness.

My breath hitched, and another soft breath escaped me, even though sleep held me with the same soft security as my comforter. Warmth surrounded me, especially against my back, and fuck, I was so damn tired.

The sensation grew more insistent, a slow glide of pleasure that tugged me out of my slumber. My lashes fluttered as I fought to blink awake. Movement farther down sent flares through me, and I shifted my hips on automatic, even as I rubbed my bleary eyes.

"Hey, gorgeous," Avery said from…behind me?

My awareness filtered through in stronger fragments. His arms bracketed me on either side, and the heat against my back was due to him. As was the pressure in my backside, the steady glide. I rolled my hips to greet him again, a low moan escaping me. His skin was soft as silk, brushing against mine with every movement.

"You like that, pretty boy?" he asked, his voice seductive and filthy. "Getting fucked awake?"

"Mmmm," was all that managed to escape me, even though my heart sped up. My mind reeled with the lust and adrenaline pumping through me.

While I slept, Avery had slipped inside me and fucked me awake.

My god.

Talk about fantasies come to life.

"You feel so damn good," he murmured, continuing to thrust inside my hole. I lay facedown on the bed, the sheets rumpled around me, and I humped against them, each shift sending more sparks. Heaviness lingered on my limbs, and the cozy fog of sleep still cocooned me. Combined with the bliss rolling through me each time he pushed hard into me, it created pure magic, a portal of escape I drowned in.

The scent of lemongrass and cedarwood—pure Avery—amped me up even higher. The soft feel of his skin brushing against mine with each thrust, his legs bracketed around mine, his arms surrounding me. Fuck, I'd never experienced anything hotter. I reached between my legs and stroked my T-dick. With Avery filling me from behind and his body wrapped around me like a blanket, I floated in pure sensation.

A lack of rush existed in this moment, just a lazy fuck in my bed as our limbs tangled and our souls combined. Warmth permeated my every pore as the low noises of our fucking, the slow shlick of the glide, our stuttered breaths circulated through the room.

He loved me.

The realization crashed through me again with newfound exhilaration, and I thrust back a little more, as if I could take him deeper into my body. The way we connected was unreal, how my parts felt like perfection with him. For someone who sometimes struggled with dysphoria and not fitting in with the norm, the peace I found with him was a gift.

I rubbed against my T-dick harder, those flicker-flares of sensation making me gasp out as he fucked into me with a little more force.

"You feel so fucking tight," he gritted out. "I'm not going to last."

"Me neither." My eyes rolled back at the spike of pleasure while I stroked myself. We lost ourselves to the simple motions, the ebb and flow undulating like our breaths. Moans and groans floated through the air with a steady fluidity as Avery fucked into me harder, all but crushing my body into the bed.

I adored it.

I wanted his whole being to envelop mine so I could burrow in as deeply as possible. That we were so intertwined we could never be extricated.

How someone could consume my being so wholly, I'd never know. I relaxed into the melody we created together as those sparks grew stronger.

"Oh, fuck," Avery groaned. His cock pulsed inside me as he filled the condom.

I rubbed harder on my T-dick, and the extra pressure pushed me over the edge. My release trickled through me with a slow overtaking force—first the white-hot bliss stealing my breath away and then my whole body trembling from the orgasm. It dripped through me like warm honey, and I basked in the sensation. In the sharp scent of sweat, in Avery's body bracketing mine, in the softness of the tangled sheets beneath me.

"Holy hell, that was hot," Avery said, his breath humid by my ear.

"You're telling me," I murmured, resting my forehead on the sheets. "Maybe I can fall back asleep like this."

He brushed a kiss on the back of my neck, and my heart fluttered, waking me up from the thrill alone. "If you want, absolutely."

God, he was a dream.

"I've got to get rid of the condom," he murmured as he slowly withdrew from my hole. I didn't even lift my head as he walked away, the floorboards creaking, then the thump of something dropping into the trash can. The mattress dipped again as he settled back in, and I rolled onto my side to face him.

I hadn't looked at him the whole time he'd been taking me from behind, fucking me awake, and the realization hit me with a start. Even in the dark room, with only the moonlight filtering in through the window, I caught the glint of Avery's eyes. His hair was tousled, his lips were lush and glossy, and the lines of his features, his body were all grace.

"This isn't a dream, right?" I asked, hesitation creeping into my voice. After we'd fucked last night, we'd eaten pizza, then watched some random French show Avery was into. I'd had no idea what was going on, but my brain had been so burned out I couldn't do much more than cuddle into him.

Somehow we'd ended up back in the bedroom and then this.

"Nah, this is very, very real." Avery ran his palm along my arm. The touch grounded me in the moment, suspending me here in time with him. For years, I'd been writing characters falling in love, but I'd never experienced the transcendence for myself. How finding the person who called to your soul made you feel right in a way little else did. How comfort and warmth could somehow enmesh with the soaring cliff dive of being with the partner you were meant to be with.

"I don't think I've ever fallen like this before." The words came out hushed and soft, as tremulous as my feelings. I bared myself to him in every way, yet the vulnerability wasn't making me recoil like it normally might.

No, this was every quiet night spent staring up at the stars.

"Same here." Avery trailed his fingers along my chin as if mapping out my body with his touch. "There's just something about you that drew me in from the start."

His chestnut strands drifted over his forehead, the shadows sharpening his firm lips, his sloping nose, his dark, entrancing eyelashes. My heart ached at the sight, like someone dragged it right out of my body.

Tomorrow might bring troubles I'd have to face—like the situation with my folks—but for now, I'd cling to this newfound joy.