Reynaud's Redemption, стр. 25

Reynaud lowered his head and fused their mouths. Cameron groaned and opened for him, parting his lips to accept Reynaud’s tongue. His mouth was warm, soft, and wet, tasting of the sweet dessert they had concocted only a few hours ago. Greedily, Cameron returned his passion, no longer offering the tentative kisses Reynaud had received when they’d first gotten together.

Cameron pulled away from him to lean his head against Reynaud’s chest. He grunted and groaned, enjoying Reynaud’s administrations to his cock. The sounds were music to Reynaud’s ears.

“Rey…” Cameron moaned, rocking his hips up into Reynaud’s fist.

“Ah, yes… I know. Tell me you love me, Cameron. I need to hear it.”

“Yesss,” Cameron hissed. “I love you.”

The words floated from his mouth on a breathy wave, touching Reynaud’s heart. He scooped Cameron up and all but threw him across the bed. Cameron let out a startled yelp, but didn’t seem displeased by the action. Reynaud discarded his clothes with quick yanking movements. When the last article was dropped to the floor, he reached into the top drawer and removed the lube before joining Cameron on the bed. Squirting a dollop of gel onto his palm, Reynaud picked up where he had left off.

Cameron’s cock was wonderfully hard in his hand. Moments later, Cameron was close to coming again and Reynaud wanted to be there with him. He rose to his knees and threw his leg over Cameron’s slender hips then quickly took up stroking both their erections simultaneously.

Their groans of pleasure intertwined. Their sensitive flesh pressed against each other as his hand slid over them proved heavenly. When Reynaud could take no more, he released them, positioned his throbbing erection at Cameron’s opening and thrust. Cameron relaxed for him. He sank to the hilt with a gasp. Lowering his head, he devoured Cameron’s mouth, swallowing his blissful groans.

The connection between them went far deeper than his cock ever could. From the first moment, it had sparked something within his core. Each time with Cameron was better than the last. Pushing himself upright, Reynaud withdrew and returned, moaning his pleasure aloud. Over and over, he repeated the move going faster.

Cameron’s continued verbal encouragement increased his enjoyment. He reached between them to stroke his lover’s stiff member that Reynaud had left unattended. The sight made Reynaud’s blood burn. He quickened his pace. Sweet pressure filled his balls and a burst of bliss suffused his entire body. His orgasm raced through him, snatching a cry from his very soul when it reached crescendo. Cameron added his screams of ecstasy to the atmosphere and his cock emptied onto Reynaud’s hand soon after.

Careful not to collapse on top of his love, Reynaud held himself aloft on shaky arms, resting his head in the crook of Cameron’s neck. After a while, Reynaud lifted his head. Cameron opened his eyes to look up at him from under heavy lids. He smiled. Love and contentment shone back at Reynaud. The sight warmed Reynaud’s heart. He rolled onto the bed and pulled Cameron into his embrace.

He would miss Cameron terribly while he was gone, but Madame Cousteau would not be calling to him if it were not important. He knew that in his heart. So many emotions assailed him when Cameron took him to the spot where he could sense her. Was he still obligated to protect anyone else other than himself and Cameron? How could he fulfill his duty in protecting Cameron without knowing what Madame Cousteau needed? What if something had changed? What if something was going on within the council that threatened him or their relationship? Torn over what to do, Reynaud let out a frustrated breath. Something was going on—that much he did know. Madame Cousteau needed his help and he could not ignore her. Just as sleep claimed him, Reynaud tightened his grip, silently promising Cameron that he would return as soon as possible.