Page 21 of Together Again

“Oh, Max, you look so fucking sexy like this.”

I turned my head to see Isaac put on the condom and open the lube to prep me with his fingers. One, then two, and when I didn’t think I could take any more, I felt the head of his cock seeking entrance. The slight burn soon gave way to a feeling of fullness and exquisite pleasure.

“Isaac, oh fuck. Feels… so good,” I gasped.

Isaac was gentle, but I wanted more, and I don’t know at what point he became a mind and body reader because he gave me everything I needed, and then some.

I was like a coiled spring ready to explode at a moment’s notice, so when Isaac’s cock hit my prostate, it was game over. I came all over the shower tiles with Isaac following soon after, as though he’d been hanging by a thread just waiting for me.

It was a good thing we were already in the shower because I’m not sure either of us would have had the energy to get up if we had been in bed.

Suddenly, I felt exhausted, and I could see Isaac was, too. I needed to sleep because it was the only way to consciously avoid the thoughts in my head. The dread that was starting to creep up, along with the feeling that my life wasn’t going to be the same once Isaac was gone.

All cleaned from the shower, we slipped under the bedsheets, not bothering with underwear. I laid on my side pulling Isaac against me, his back to my front.

“Let's sleep,” I said, kissing the back of his neck and smiling when his curls tickled my nose.

“Mmm, we need to talk,” Isaac yawned.

“It can wait for the morning.”

“Okay.”

It took less than a minute for Isaac to fall asleep, his chest rising and lowering with his soft breaths under my arms. This was perfection, right here. And with that thought, I felt myself drift off, too.