Daniel paused. “Are you kidding me? I figured…”
James nodded. “I know what you thought. That I was a big old top and that was the end of it. I will say that I have taken that role more often than not, but I think I should make my partner happy. So, if you want to do the driving, I’m more than happy to go along for the ride.” He grinned, and Daniel hissed, the heat in the room notching up by a good ten degrees. Daniel obviously loved that idea, and James snatched the condoms from where Daniel had dropped them on the bed, tore off a packet, and ripped it open, stroking Daniel’s length as he rolled down the latex.
“You’re almost too good to be true.”
“Just remember that when something gets screwed up.” James held Daniel’s cheeks. “I will always try to make you happy, because you’ve done that for me every single day I’ve known you.” James pulled Daniel down, opening himself to him. “Just take it slow. It’s been a while.”
Daniel nodded slowly, his eyes swimming. “Are you sure?”
“Oh yeah, sweetheart. I want all of you.” He arched his back as Daniel prepared him and then pressed to his entrance, slowly entering him.
The filling sensation took James’s breath away. He hadn’t been kidding that it had been a while, and Daniel was not small. He bore down, breathed steadily, and relished every single sensation as Daniel and he connected. This wasn’t just physical—James felt it deep down, his spirit reaching out to Daniel and receiving an amazing response in return.
“Am I hurting you?” Daniel asked quietly, stilling all movement. James breathed deeply through the heady burn and then began to move.
“You’re amazing,” James whispered, and Daniel leaned over him. James loved kissing, and apparently so did Daniel. He held Daniel, refusing to break either connection as each motion sent James closer to nirvana. The crisp, fresh sheets soothed his back, the bed rocking slightly under him. Daniel radiated heat as his muscles worked, driving deeply into him, and James treasured every second, each sensation of it. Fucking was one thing, but this was so very much more.
They clung to each other, the two of them moving together, breathing each other’s air, joining in every way possible. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Daniel breathed to him, rocking more slowly, building the energy between them. “You’re in good hands, and I don’t intend to let you fall.”
James nodded, knowing that was true as pleasure and energy slowly built until his control hung on by a thread. Daniel seemed to understand exactly what James needed and wanted. It was uncanny. “Can you read my mind?”
“No,” Daniel whispered. “Your breathing. It tells me everything I could possibly need to know. Your breath hitches when I hit just the right spot, and it quickens when anticipation is high, smoothing out when you need a chance to recover. I know exactly what you’re feeling and what you want.” Daniel held him tighter. “You’re an open book to me.”
James wasn’t sure if that was good or not. In bed, definitely good; at other times not so much.
“Don’t worry, I can’t read your mind, just your passion,” Daniel added, straightening up, giving James a close look at his sleek upper body, slick with a sheen of sweat that glistened in the street light shining in the window from outside. It was enough to send James’s head spiraling nearly out of control, and a sight he swore he would never get tired of.
“Then don’t stop, and I’ll tell you anything,” James groaned, and snapped his eyes closed as Daniel glided long and slow over that spot inside him. He loved that, his head clouding and ears ringing a little. It was almost like he had lost control of himself and given it to Daniel. And damn it all if he wasn’t in good hands.
“Are you ready?”
James nodded once.
“Good. I can tell you’re so keyed up your head is about to spin. I want you to come for me. Don’t touch yourself, just think of me and your pleasure, how I make you feel what you want. Give yourself permission to fly, and I guarantee you’ll take off like a rocket.”
James panted softly. “I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. Just let go and you’ll fly.” James clamped his eyes tighter. “Just give yourself to me. Don’t worry about anything and don’t try to control it. Just let go. I’ll take good care of you.” Daniel did that thing again, stealing his breath, and then James did as Daniel asked, giving himself over to him, and holy hell, his release barreled into him without warning, like a runaway train. James let it come, holding on to Daniel, riding out the storm his own body intended to unleash.