Love Means_. Freedom - Andrew Grey

aren't ready, I'll understand."
    Stone didn't reply right away, but he stepped closer. "When he hurt me, he took something from me that I can never get back." Stone continued moving closer until Preston could almost feel his heat through his clothes. "But I can't let him win, and if I stop myself from feeling, then he does win." Stone didn't turn or look away.
    "I won't hurt you, Stone." Preston leaned forward, touching their lips together. "We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with, I promise." Preston's hands slid across Stone's chest, popping open a couple buttons on his shirt before slipping beneath the fabric. "You felt so good sleeping next to me--best Christmas present I ever got."
    "I don't know what to do, Preston, I've only--" Preston silenced him with another gentle kiss.
"We'll learn together." Preston tugged him closer until Stone was standing between his legs.
"But you've done this before. What do you need to learn?"
    Preston let his hands glide over Stone's smooth skin. "You. The only thing I want to learn is you: every curve, every muscle. The way your arm feels when it's around me; the way your leg feels when it slides against mine." Preston slipped off Stone's shirt, the fabric rustling as it dropped to the floor. "The way you shiver when I touch you here." Preston leaned forward and lightly kissed a pink nipple, feeling the small quake that rippled though Stone from head to toe.
    "I want to learn what your lips taste like." He kissed him again, and then moved away. "What makes you pant and moan." Preston ran a hand through Stone's hair. "I want to learn every inch of you and then start over again from the beginning."

    Stone's eyes had drifted shut. "I want that too."
    "Then you need to tell me. Promise if there's something you like, you'll tell me, and if there's something that scares you, you'll tell me that too." He felt Stone's hand on the tail of his shirt, tugging it up, and he lifted his arms, letting Stone remove the fabric. Then their chests came together, warm skin touching and sliding. Preston found himself gasping at the heat that poured off Stone's body.
    "What do I do?"

    "What do you want to do?" Preston decided that he'd let Stone set the pace. Slow or fast, he was going to follow his lover's signals. His lover. Preston stopped and stared into Stone's eyes.
    This incredible creature with deep, expressive eyes, unruly curly hair, and the fullest lips he'd ever seen, was about to become his lover. "Is something wrong?"
    "No, everything's perfect." Preston nearly gasped as Stone took his lips in a powerful kiss, pressing him back against the mattress. More than perfect, it was spectacular. Stone's hands tentatively slid over his skin, and when a finger slid around a nipple, Preston gasped into their kiss. Everywhere Stone touched seemed hot and sensitized, as if his very skin had just gotten a taste of Stone and craved more.
    His hands slid along Stone's back and down to the curve just above his butt. Preston felt Stone tense, and he backed away, splaying his hands across Stone's back. Then Stone lifted himself up and scooted both of them up to the pillows.
    "I want to see you," Preston gasped between kisses. Stone backed away and looked down into his eyes before slipping back off the bed. Without replying, Stone opened his pants and let them slide down his legs. Then he opened Preston's, pulling them off and dropping them on the floor. "You're beautiful, Stone," Preston breathed as his eyes took in the vision in front of him, as his hands itched to feel. Rolling onto his side, he reached out and ran his hands over strong shoulders and down forearms. This was a man whose young body had been built through hard work, and it showed.
    Preston lightly slid a hand along Stone's chest, pressing his lips to where his hands touched.
    He could feel Stone's legs start to shake, and he looked at his lover's face, a study in wide-eyed wonder. "Pres... ton." He let his hands slide lower, fingers gliding through a nest of curls before slipping along the perfect length. "I'm going to fall over." He could see Stone's legs shaking, and Preston smiled, knowing he'd made Stone feel so good that he could barely stand. Rolling onto his back, he made room on the bed, and Stone joined him. Their bodies entwined, legs wound together, chests pressed close, and he gasped as he felt Stone's length slide against his.
    "You're driving me crazy," Preston whimpered into Stone's ear, and he lifted his