Love Means_. Freedom - Andrew Grey

head, locking their eyes together.
"What am I doing? I want to get it right so I can do it again."
"You're just being you." Stone sat up, straddling Preston's legs, cock jutting straight out, and Preston took advantage, gliding his hand over the silky
    smooth hardness. Stone's eyes drifted shut, his back arched, and his head lolled back, and Preston watched as the strong, lithe body above him began to shake.

    With a small cry, Stone leaned forward, capturing Preston's lips in a searing kiss, their bodies mashed together. It felt almost as though Stone was trying to meld them together.
    Somehow, Preston managed to roll them over on the bed and found himself looking into Stone's deep eyes. He said nothing, just looked at those brown orbs staring back at him. Stone tried to bring their lips together again, but he stilled him gently and slowly lowered his lips to Stone's, capturing them, tasting them. "Stone, I know what you went through, and I can't tell you how your trust made me feel." He ran his hand through silky hair. "I'll never purposely hurt you." He leaned forward, kissing along Stone's neck before sliding down his chest. The movement wasn't as smooth as he'd like, but Stone didn't seem to mind, and he made the most arousing sound deep in his throat when Preston sucked on one of his nipples.
    Preston continued kissing the hot skin; chest and stomach passed beneath his lips. A surprised cry rang out as he opened his mouth and took Stone inside his mouth for the first time.

    The unique salty flavor he'd tasted on Stone's skin burst into his mouth as he slid his lips down the full shaft. Stone began to pull away, and Preston looked up, wondering what was wrong.

    "You don't have to do that."
    Stone's cock slapped back against his stomach as it slipped from between Preston's lips. At first, Preston couldn't figure out if he'd done something wrong, but that little cry had told him that Stone liked it. "I want to." This must be a reaction to the things he'd done to get rides. "You taste like Heaven." He licked along the length like a popsicle, and Stone groaned. Smiling, Preston took Stone to the root, letting the head glide over his tongue as he moaned around the shaft.
    Preston loved oral sex. He loved how the head felt on his tongue, the salty bitterness that filled his mouth, but most of all he loved the small sounds that went along with it, and Stone was making a symphony of those. Each and every one made Preston more and more determined to give his lover his very best. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sucked Stone back into his mouth, and the groans got louder and more urgent. He knew Stone was getting close and he sucked hard, running his tongue around the head. Stone made a muffled cry, his mouth open wide, eyes rolling back as he flooded Preston's mouth with his release, gasping for breath. Preston swallowed and slowly brought his face back to Stone's, kissing him hard and letting him taste a bit of himself on his lips.
    "Preston, you didn't...." Stone flushed and began to stammer.
"I know. I wanted you to know how wonderful that can be when it's someone you care about."
    "But what if I'm not very good?" He turned his head away, and Preston lightly stroked his cheek. "That's what some of the men said." Stone's eyes got watery, and Preston wanted to kick himself, but he knew he couldn't change Stone's experience; he could only replace those memories of abuse with ones of joy and caring.
    "It's different when it's someone you care about." Preston had had his share of anonymous sex, and seeing Stone's expression just now was the most incredible experiences he'd ever had.
    He cared about him, and that made it special.
"I want to try."
"You don't have to, you know." Preston soothed Stone's hair away from his eyes.
"I want to." Stone turned them on the bed and positioned himself above Preston's cock and then stopped.
    "Come here, Stone." Preston touched him beneath the chin and sat up, bringing their lips together, kissing him firmly as he petted his back. "This is making love, Stone, and nothing is required except our happiness." Preston could tell Stone was upset, and he really wanted to reassure him that it wasn't everything, that he was so much more important. Moving away, he rolled onto his stomach and turned his head to watch the expression.
    Preston wasn't sure Stone would understand, but he jumped slightly as a hand slid over his back and over the curve of his butt. "I want you, Stone." "You want me"--he