I grip onto his chest, leaning down. He keeps his hands on my face, only moving to tenderly brush a strand of hair from my forehead. “I’m close,” I whisper.
He lets go of my face and wraps his arms around me, hugging me as we rock back and forth.
Our releases come at the same time. I find his lips and we inhale each other as the pleasure lengthens and folds in on itself, again and again.
“Can I stay here tonight?” Carlo whispers, kissing the top of my head.
“I …” Can you? Can you? Of course you f*****g can! But I keep it casual. “Yeah,” I say. “I’d like that.”
The only time we move is to clean up and slip under the covers. I expect Carlo to be gone when I wake up, but he’s still there, his body a solid, very un-shadow-like mass beside me, sleeping soundly.
I stand at the edge of the
