My heart skidded up against my chest at that. It felt so fucking huge, but when I really let myself tune into what I was feeling, it wasn’t dread or fear. It was anticipation, excitement...certainty. I couldn’t wait to figure out what was next for us.

“Immediate future like in five minutes,” I said with a grin to match the one on Easton’s lips. “Me fucking you within an inch of your life, because my dick has had about enough of you rubbing your ass on it. I’m not made of stone, Easton Archer,” I whined.

The little bastard turned his head and put the tip of his index finger on his cheek, as he wiggled said ass on my achingly hard cock. “Are you sure you’re not a least part stone, because from where I’m sitting...”

That was it.

I lunged for him as he laughed his ass off, and within seconds we were both horizontal, with me looming over him. Pressed close, so he could feel me. “Is that what you were talking about?”

“Yup.” I gasped as he ran a hand over my cock.

“Easton, we got two more goals for the future to talk about, we’re finishing this homework dammit.” I groaned as he stroked me over my briefs and nipped my ear.

“I got another one.” He sounded as turned on as I was, and how we’d gone from heartfelt declarations to being on the verge of fucking would be surprising if this wasn’t just another weeknight with Easton Archer. “I want to take a long trip together. Take that trip to South Africa we’ve talked about, explore a new place for both of us, together. Cape Town and the beach, safari.”

I sucked in a breath, my lungs full of air and the intoxicating thing that was to be in love and be loved back and fearlessly planning for the future. When I spoke there was no hesitation. “I’d love that. Let’s do it.”

Without missing a beat on that maddening, tight stroke on my dick, he turned his head to kiss me. We tangled our tongues as we rocked against each other and my head was fuzzy with want. I couldn’t put thoughts together when Easton got like this. I pushed my briefs off, frantic as he did unspeakable things to my ear. When I went for his boxers though, he stilled my hand.

“No wait, we have to say one more. A long-term goal.”