Waiting For August

Part 59 ~ Secrets revealed

In the morning, I begrudgingly took August back to the hotel. He'd awaken without a mark on his face. The injury on his shoulder was now no more than a series of pale pink lines, and soon, even those would fade.

I woke up with him by my side. It was a sensation I didn't think I could ever get used to. Smelling my sweet mate first thing in the morning. Opening my eyes to see his angelic face on the pillow next to mine. Then snuggling into him to feel his warmth and burrow into that gentle heat.

I loved the moments before he woke, when he was sleepy and warm and trying not to wake up. I ran my hand through his hair, then dropped it down to drag it along his back until I reached the tail of his shirt. I slipped my fingers up under the brushed cotton tee to slide them freely over his smooth skin.

He murmured and tried to wiggle away. That made me smile. Using the hand that was already up under his shirt, I brought him closer to me.

"Good morning, sunshine." I whispered as my lips found his. I raised my face to kiss his forehead as I awaited his response.

"Mmmn. Go... away."

I smiled; let the hand that was against the small of his back trail lower. I dragged my fingers along the waistband of his briefs, before slipping them under the elastic. I let my hand drop farther until I literally had a handful of his ass. When I gave his cheek a loving squeeze, his green eyes darted open. It was followed quickly by a darkening brow.

"Trying to sleep, here." He muttered. "Why don't you take that horny ass elsewhere for a change."

I chuckled. Used my hand that was down his shorts to push his hips forward as I ground my own hips up against his. It was true. I may have been hard, but then again, so was he. "You trying to tell me you don't want some of this?"

His eyes widened and turned from green to gold. Mmmn Fuck. Yeah, I would never get tired of that. I pressed my lips into his as I continued to grind up against him with nothing but the thin fabric of our shorts between us. I was seriously turned on, and the delicious friction was only proving to escalate my frustration. I needed skin on skin. I wanted to rub my hardness up directly against his own.

I let out a throaty snarl, as my hand slipped from the back of his shorts to pull down the front instead, allowing him to spring free from his restraint. I moaned, as his fingers were soon lowering the front of my own shorts. He had a similar idea in mind.

I wrapped my hand around him, as his own fingers enclosed around my length. We began stroking one another, as I leaned in to feverishly kiss him.

This was new. We hadn't done something like this before. It was simple, but felt deeply satisfying. I closed my eyes as I kissed him. As I played with his engorged and highly sensitive parts. As I ran my hand up and down his length, swiped my thumb across his tip and gently squeezed his balls. It was a strange sensation to be playing with a cock, feeling it in my grasp, while having my own erection stimulated by hands that were free to do their own thing, move at their own pressure and pace.

"Lube?" I asked him breathlessly. I still hadn't opened my eyes.

"Yeah," he mumbled and when I peeked, I saw that his own lids were closed. I released him long enough to reach to the drawer in the beside table. I grabbed the bottle and popped off the top to allow a bit to stream down over the head of my cock. The lube was cool, and his hands were warm, and they worked immediately to slick up my length.

I moaned.

It had simply slipped out. Between the feeling, and the visual of his slender hands playing with my erection, it couldn't be helped.