Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

what he was feeling right then. But he could show him. It was his turn to worship Cole's strength and courage.
    He rolled Cole onto his back and levered himself over him, looking down into those bottomless green eyes. "I love you, Cole." He lowered himself and brought their lips together. He explored every crevice of his mouth with his tongue, kissing and sucking every pucker of his lips.
    Cole groaned. The feel of Michael's heavy weight pressing down on his body and his soft lips worshipping his mouth was absolute heaven. He felt so open, exposed and both emotionally and physically drained from his confession. He just wanted to let go, place everything he was and everything he had, in someone else's hands. And he could. Michael was there, and he knew exactly what Cole needed. "I love you too. So much."
    "I want to love you, Cole. Let me? I'll take care of you. I promise."
    Cole didn't hesitate. He nodded his acceptance. In that moment, they were beyond words. This was about bodies and pleasure and the intimacy only lovers shared. He raised his arms above his head and arched his back, letting Michael know he was submitting himself to him.
    Michael wove his fingers through Cole's hair, gripping it at the roots. He left his mouth to explore his cheeks, his eyelids, his chin. Michael always loved the sensation of stubble against his lips. He rubbed his own rough cheek against Cole's and ran his tongue along the curve of his ear, quickly darting inside, before sucking the lobe and nipping the sensitive flesh.
    He felt Cole shudder beneath him. He could feel his hard cock pressed in the crease of his thigh. There were too many clothes separating them. He wanted pebbled flesh and heated skin. His hands searched for the hem of Cole's shirt and pushed it up, exposing the creamy skin he loved. He drew the shirt over his head but stopped short of taking it off. He gathered the fabric in one hand and drew it tight against Cole's wrists.
    The sight of his lithe elongated body nearly made him come. He placed his tongue flat against the flesh just above the hair of his armpits and ran it all the way to his bound wrists, snaking around the contours of muscles and veins. Wanting to taste every inch of Cole's body he drew down and repeated the action on the other arm. He licked all the way to the tip of every one of his fingers before releasing his wrists and removing his shirt completely.
    "God, you're beautiful," he whispered as he ran his hands down Cole's arms, through the patches of hair underneath and across the planes of his pecs, flicking his nails across each nipple. He sat back on his heels and quickly tore his own shirt off and threw it on the floor before scooting back so he could lave every cell of his sleek stomach with his warm tongue.
    He popped the buttons on his jeans one at a time, kissing the skin that was exposed with each one. Cole arched his hips up to meet him, begging for more. "Don't worry, baby. I've got you," he reassured him. "Patience." When the last button was free, he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them slowly down across his hips, thighs and calves, kissing the trail of exposed skin as he went.
    He knelt at the foot of the bed between Cole's legs and pulled the jeans over Cole's feet, letting them drop to the floor. He remained on his knees, a spiritual calmness washing over him, and let himself surrender everything to the man laid out before him. "I'm yours, Cole. Always." He grabbed Cole's leg by the ankle and stretched it perfectly straight. He brought the soft sole of his foot to his mouth and gently kissed the arch. "And you," he stated with absolute clarity in his voice, "are mine." He brought Coles other foot to his mouth and repeated the kiss.
    "Yours," Cole responded. "Always." He tried to sit up, wanting to touch Michael, trying to show him he felt the same.
    "No. Stay. Let me do this." Michael climbed back on the bed, kneeling between Cole's legs. He hooked his arms around the backs of Cole's thighs and tilted his hips up, positioning him so his most private places were on display. He bent down and wedged his tongue in the slit of Cole's ass, buried his nose under his balls and inhaled, breathing in the thick, musky scent of man. His man.
    He used his lips and tongue to massage the plateau between his ass and balls. Sucking the heavy sack into his mouth, he rolled them with his tongue, tugging with enough force to make Cole squirm, before he released them, and engulfed the