Chapter 5
They strained together. Clay felt as if he must merge into Aron, meld their flesh into a single unit. Clothing became an encumbrance, an intolerable barrier. No longer cold, he burned with need, with hunger so intense it threatened to consume him. Hating to relinquish his hold on Aron long enough to deal with buttons and zippers and belts, he still had to.
Trying to undress one-handed proved painfully awkward. The clinging folds of the feather light blanket added even more problems. Somehow, he managed. They both managed, until finally they lay together skin to skin, touching almost from head to toes. The light blanket still covered them, but now it simply held them with the same gentle enfolding as did the hollow in the earth.
Clay’s stiff prick tunneled between Aron’s thighs
