Chapter 22
His voice reflecting his longing, Tate whispered, “I need you inside me.”
Although his heart and body yearned for union with the young man, Julian held back. “You’re sure?” He was almost sorry he’d asked, in case it caused Tate to have second thoughts.
Tate’s response was quick and decisive. He pulled Julian into a deep kiss, pressing his body against Julian’s. Then Tate turned and leaned on his hands over the deck of the pool.
Julian looked down and ran his hands over the tapered back, well defined shoulders, the distinctive V of his flexed triceps. He ran the tip of his erection over Tate’s full buttocks and up and down the cleavage. Finally he pressed against the entry and gradually slipped inside until his groin was pressed against Tate.
Tate shuddered.
Julian stood without moving, relishing the sensation of union, feeling his resolution to turn away from this life fade.
Slowly, Julian lowered his body until he was stretched out atop Tate. He wrapped his arms around Tate’s waist and lay his head on Tate’s shoulder. He began a slow, steady rhythm. Tate let out a soft moan with every thrust. Julian increased the speed but remained firmly on Tate’s back, tightening his embrace.
Tate was now responding to the rhythm, synchronizing his undulations with Julian’s. Julian closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and held his breath as he felt his climax begin to build. A tingling that ran from his buttocks down the sides of his trembling legs was followed by the sweet release in waves of physical pleasure and emotional exhilaration.
He remained united with Tate for some time, savoring the reality of the moment. Then, slowly, reluctantly, he slipped out. Tate turned to sit on the edge of the pool. Their eyes locked. They smiled. Then Julian knelt between Tate’s legs and, wrapping his arms around the young man once more, engulfed Tate’s erect phallus. Tate bent forward, held Julian’s head in his hands, and kissed the base of Julian’s neck.
Julian felt Tate tense, heard him whimper, then tasted his sweet seed. When Tate was spent, Julian rose. Tate slipped off the edge and stood in the water. The men embraced and kissed. It was a kiss filled with emotion, for both of them had let go of the demons that had been holding them back.
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The next morning found Julian, not in the bed in the guestroom that Mrs. Butler had prepared for him, but in Tate’s room, cradling the sleeping former Marine against his chest. After leaving the pool and going to bed, the two had made love in every conceivable way most of the night. It was as if a dam had burst for both of them, releasing their pent up needs and emotions.
Julian bent down and kissed the sleeping man’s head. Tate stirred. He opened his eyes and looked up at Julian. Tate smiled and stretched up to kiss him.
“What time is it?” he asked, his voice still reflecting sleep.
“Seven thirty-three,” Julian replied, looking beyond Tate to the clock on the bedside table
“Good! Then we’ve got time before Mary gets here for my therapy session.”
“Time for what?” Julian asked, knowing full well what Tate was thinking. The young man’s erection, pressing against Julian, had given Tate’s intentions away.
“This,” Tate said before kissing Julian again. At the same time, he slipped his hand under the sheet that covered them and took hold of Julian. Tate’s touch brought Julian to full arousal almost instantly.
“You know where I want this,” Tate said as he stroked Julian.
“I’m pretty sure I do.”
Tate kissed Julian again, then pulled the sheet aside. Tate began to slowly make his way down Julian’s torso, kissing and laving the man’s chest, teasing his nipples, and tongue caressing his abdomen, until he reached his goal.
He stroked Julian with his hand while kissing and licking the head, then swallowed to its base, massaging the tender underside with his tongue. Julian gasped as pleasurable sensations swept through him.
Once Tate had Julian well lubricated, Tate straddled him and guided Julian in. Julian closed his eyes and allowed himself to respond emotionally to their union. When Tate was fully seated, Julian deep inside, Julian opened his eyes and saw Tate looking down on him. The expression on the handsome Marine’s face made Julian’s heart burst with joy. Words didn’t need to be spoken. The message was clear.
Tate leaned down, Julian placed his hands on Tate’s thighs and rose to seal their union. Tate kissed Julian. Julian allowed warm emotion to swell within him. He lay down once more. Tate began to rock back and forth, their eyes fixed on each other.
Julian put his arms around Tate and sat up. Tate wrapped his legs around Julian, continuing the rhythmic rocking motion. Chests pressed together, they rode the wave of increasing passion. Soon Julian heard Tate’s low moan, felt him tighten his embrace, and rejoiced in the warmth of the fluids issuing from Tate’s orgasm that painted Julian’s stomach. Seconds later Julian, too, reached his climax.