“I’ll love you forever,” Robert whispered into his mouth, picking up the lazy roll of his body until he pounded into Landon, sharp and thorough, making his body ignite like a fucking rocket set to take off. Landon tilted his hips, rocking back and forth, as Robert pistoned in and out of him, hitting his spot with practiced skill, driving him closer to the edge with each dip of his hips.
He writhed as Robert’s weight shifted and his skilled hand pushed between their bodies and claimed his dick, stroking him in time with those powerful thrusts. Robert’s grip tightened and his thumb spread the moisture leaking from his slit across the head of his cock, stopping only briefly to delve inside his slit, teasing. His eyes rolled back in his head and a moan escaped his lips. He really wanted to draw it out longer, fought hard to draw it out longer, his toes curled from the heated pleasure boiling in his balls. It wasn’t going to happen.
“Gonna come.” Waves of heated energy spiked in his spine. His heart drummed in his chest. His balls drew up tight against his body. Pleasure imploded to gather energy, incinerating him from the inside out, in the promise of an impending explosion of passion.
Intense heat shot down his spine, engulfing him, stealing the oxygen from the room and robbing him of his breath as his dick twitched in Robert’s grip. His eyes slammed shut.
“I can’t hold…” was all he managed before his ass contracted and sent him into speech-stealing, mind-blowing spasms.
“You’re mine,” Robert choked out in deep punishing grunts, intentionally pegging Landon’s prostate and making the orgasm piggyback with another. Landon’s body vibrated with toe-curling aftershocks. Robert plunged in one last time, then his whole body tensed. His ass continued to clench and constrict while his husband’s dick twitched inside him, flooding his channel with liquid fire.
His body involuntarily shuddered at the amazing feeling of erotic rapture holding him hostage. His ass tightened around Robert one last time before Robert collapsed on top of him. Landon gasped for breath, his heart racing so fast it thundered in his ears. He pressed his lips to Robert’s sweaty skin, willing his heart rate to slow. He was dizzy with pleasure, his body sated and heavy with contentment.
They lay there, totally blissed out, for several seconds. Robert’s full weight kept him from floating away with all the endorphins drifting around in his body. Neither spoke. Landon loved these moments of just being with his husband, knowing at least for right now, they were one.
Robert’s sweet lips brushed against his, and his husband’s soft dick slipped out of him, drawing him from his thoughts. Their bodies were no longer connected physically, but their souls were and would be forever. He loved his man. He loved the life they shared and the future they were building. His heart filled with joy as he thought about the journey they were about to begin.
Chapter 45
Three weeks later
This shit was unbelievable! Robert loved him and clearly intended on spoiling him. How had he never recognized the greatness of being pampered? After spending ten days on the Mediterranean coast and touring the breathtaking Tuscany area where he wasn’t sure anything could beat the beauty of Florence, they were now in Rome, and Landon’s inner warrior couldn’t be happier. Of course, his legs were sore from all the walking they had done, but he had found his promised land—if Rome could be such a thing. Landon had taken a thousand pictures already, marking every inch of the landscape they’d covered.
From the quaint hotel Robert had booked for them close to the Piazza Navona, to the Pantheon, Trevi Fountain, and all the steps up the Spanish Steps, he had lived in the moment, wanting to experience it all. The food, the smells, the sounds, and energy—it was so damn amazing just being there in the first place, let alone physically standing in the same spots he’d read about in history books. Today might have hit an all-time best day of his life, well except his wedding day and the day he met Robert. Today garnered the third spot as they toured the Colosseum and Roman Forum. What he wouldn’t give to throw Robert over his shoulder and hop back in time to when the Roman Empire was at its prime.
Landon had assigned picture duty to Robert, and he had spent the entire tour filming their tour guide, Marcelo, from What a Life Tours, who had also been born in Houston, Texas. Ironically, his and Marcelo’s parents knew one another as both were transplants from Italy. All Landon could say was that he wished he’d paid better attention to learning Italian. He could see himself living in this country someday.
“What’re you thinking?” Robert asked quietly, passing him as they moved forward with the group. The crumbled white marble pillars of the once beautiful structures surrounded them like skeletons of the past, each with its own story to tell.
“I’m thinking I can’t wait to watch this video tonight and see everything I missed.”
Robert must have taken his words to mean a job well done on his part, because he kissed Landon’s shoulder before he moved around him to walk as close as they could to the ancient Roman ruins. Robert looked over the map while Landon stood there soaking in the history, letting his soul fill with the idea of
