Page 30 of Praising Haru

“Fuck.” He shudders in my arms.

I push up in time to watch his cock jerk. Cum splatters onto his stomach and chest.

“So fucking gorgeous.” I thrust a few more times, more urgently than before, and then I come too, my cock throbbing as my balls empty, filling the condom with sticky heat.

He lies, sweaty and panting, staring up at me with those fucking gorgeous dark brown eyes. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

I pull out of him and flop beside him, my chest heaving from the exertion of frantic sex. “I’m the one who should be thanking you. Fuck, that was good.” I put my arm over his chest and kiss his cheek. “You are beautiful.”

He shivers. “So are you.”

“I didn’t make a prat of myself, did I? I wasn’t sure what to say.”

He presses his finger against my lips. “It was perfect. Thank you. You were so good at praising me. And the sex—wow! You wore me out.”

“I wore you out?”

“I bet you wore yourself out too.”

I nuzzle his jaw. “Will you stay?” I don’t want this to be a fuck-and-run scenario. I want to hold him in my arms all night.

“Yes.”

CHAPTER7

HARU

I’m warm, cosy, and a little sticky when I wake. I have a dim memory of Kyle washing cum off my stomach and chest and then disposing of the condom before wrapping me in his strong arms again, so the sticky sensation over my body must be sweat from the bar and sex.

We had sex.

Kyle said beautiful, delicious things to me.

“Morning, gorgeous.” Kyle brushes my hair away from my forehead.

I shudder in his arms.

“You like it when a guy says nice things to you, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I turn towards him and press my face against his chest, which is waxed like mine.

His skin is sticky too. His sweat is musky and rich. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just holding on to the moment.”

“What? Why?”

I look up. “In case this is goodbye.”

He cups my cheek. “Do you want it to be?”

“After sex that good? Heck no.”

Kyle chuckles and pecks my lips. “For the record, I didn’t ask you out to fuck you.”

“I know.”

“But you’re so damned gorgeous and sexy.”