Here’s a draft extract from Him. It’s basically He Di’s reunion with Tristan, his lover and housemate after his captive incident.
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As I delved into the depths of Tristan’s eyes, my arms reached out and enclosed him in a loose embrace. The feel of his figure was so natural it was almost as if it were made to fit against my own. I glanced down. Those brilliant green eyes peered into mine questioningly. I smiled apologetically and I shook my head. He was pure and good and kind. I cannot betray this man’s trust. This man, whom I have been living with for almost five years. This man who was my lover, my confidante. My person.
He knew something was wrong but Tristan was not the type to push for answers when I was unwilling to speak. Instead he raised his palm to push back my hair and nudged his face on the side of my neck. It was his way of telling me that it was alright. My heart contracted, my guilt swelled. I couldn’t bear to keep secrets from him but losing him would be much worse. It would break me.
Observing that I was still silent, Tristan suddenly pulled me by the back of my neck, placed his lips on mine as he pushed me down onto the kitchen floor with hands already pulling at my shirt. His kisses were light and comforting. He was consoling me but I could sense his restrained frustration from not knowing what I was hiding. It was impossible to not reciprocate. His lips became more passionate and warm hands move fervently as they trace the contours of my chest. I shuddered when his fingertips brushed onto one of my nipples. My mind started to drift from my melancholy but the sight of Tristan’s loving form shook me. With a pang of guilt, I pulled away.
Tristan felt my reluctance. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed into a hard line. Suddenly, gripping me by my hair, he whispered, “Just do me tonight.”
There was a slight pause in the atmosphere as I was touched by Tristan’s unconditional love, especially with a dishonest lover like me. I only needed those four words to restart my yearning. Climbing on top of him, I rubbed my groin onto his and my tongue caressed the inside of his mouth. The friction from our clothes and the heat of my lips upon his was all that was needed to arouse him. As my hips moved in resonance to his gasps, his palm rested upon my abdomen. The slight blush on his face and the occasional whimper was enough to make me hard.
Noticing my arousal, he slowly slid his fingers down my abs. I felt the cold index softly trace along my pleasure trail just beneath my bellybutton, down to my waistline then to the seams of my jeans. I groaned softly. The sound pleases him. He proceeded to teasingly slip a finger down the front of my pants. My grip on him tightened and my lips stopped to hover on his.
“Tristan,” I gave a soft growl. I needed him.
Sensing my impatience, he reached in further and grabbed my cock. I felt the heat from his hands sliding up and down my manhood. My muscles tightened at the pleasure. With him skillfully stroking my shaft, I could feel the heat gradually building up. My eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, breath quicken and I unconsciously timed the supportive thrusting of my hips to the rhythm of his hands. His expression dazed and flushed as he observed my reaction.
I didn’t like being the only one pleasured. I gave him a stern look, licked the palm of my hand and savagely seized his cock. “Nghh…” he whimpered as he threw back his head. My hand moved artfully over his cock. His progressively labored panting gratified me. While I was lost in the warmth of his hands, he shuddered at the sensation of my quickened breath on his neck. We were both close to release. By this time, all guilt has left me. All I could feel was him and all I wanted to do was make love to him. Only to him.
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