And then it hit me. The sudden burst of light and clarity followed by such painful ecstasy as I came, hard. While I floated in the heavens, I saw the ranch when I was little, my Mom and Dad in the kitchen, dancing around to some old country song. I cried out, tears running down my face as all the pain of those memories faded in the newness of being with Damien.
He came a minute later, back arched and head back as his cock spurted over and over on my chest and sheets. Gorgeous.
I fell back against the sheets, and Damien fell forward onto his fists. He eased off me and lay down heavily at my side, trying to catch his breath.
I wiped my face and curled into his side, a hand thrown across his stomach.
“Damn. If that’s what happens when I get you all riled up, I’m gonna play Patsy Cline all the time.” I leaned in to kiss him softly. “You’re a hell of a fuck.”
“That all I am?”
“Nah, you’re my metal boy.”
“I think it’s cute you call me that.”
“You’re slightly warped, you know that?”