“Are you still okay with this?” he asks, swirling a fingertip around my entrance.
I’ve let him assume I prefer topping because it amuses me and works in my favor, but he’s about to find out how much I like to bottom.
“Yes, for the love…just get inside of me.”
He hums against my cock and slides two slicked-up fingers inside of me, anddamn. I had no idea rimming could be so…relaxing.
“Tawaquf. S-stop. I’ll come.”
He pulls off of my dick and stills his fingers, leaving them where they are, letting my body cool down for a few precious seconds.
“I want to put another finger to—”
“No. Fuck me, now,” I say in English, not wanting to trust my orgasm to his terrible Arabic.
He pulls on a condom—I don’t even ask from where at this point—and slicks his dick while swirling a bit more onto my hole.
With a tight grip on himself, he presses inside, just a bit, and pauses to check in with me. I push against him impatiently, wrapping my legs around him to move him along more quickly. He quirks up an eyebrow, finally stroking into me until I’m impossibly, eye-rollingly full. After a few slow strokes, the sensation goes from too full and too tight to the perfect amount of stretch and resistance.
Cupping my cheek, his eyes search mine. “You good?”
I widen my legs, letting him in a little more deeply. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”
He starts to pump his hips, slow and cautious at first, then steadily increasing in speed and depth until I’m being railroaded to within an inch of my life.
He makes a minute adjustment to the angle of entry, and I have no control over the sound that comes out of my throat. I throw in some words—a combination of English and Arabic swear words, and maybe a little Spanish for good measure—that is, until my brain goes numb and I’m left with my mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.
I would surely have come from that alone, but his firm stroke of my cock seals the deal. He drives against that little pleasure center until the orgasm I’ve been denying myself punches through like a shock wave. The rush of cum is impressive, coating my dark chest hair with stripe after stripe of creamy white.
“Oh, fuck, so tight,” he grits out as I clench against him, still vibrating.
Seconds later he whines and grunts as his body goes tight with pleasure. He jackrabbits his hips, shaking as he comes.And comes.I laugh as he collapses on top of me, utterly charmed and amused by this primal, uncoordinated side of him.
I kiss him and come away with his tears on my cheeks.Oh, baby.
He rolls off my body quickly, leaving me so empty as he strokes my face. “Can you breathe okay? Didn’t mean to collapse on you like that.”
I roll my eyes and pull him down to me, kissing his neck as I wrap myself around him. “I can breathe just fine. Fuck, I feel amazing.”
We hold our embrace for a few more minutes, his face pressed against my neck as our racing hearts find a normal rhythm.
“Stay right here while I get a washcloth,” he whispers, stroking my beard.
I saw the flashes of worry he had before proceeding to destroy every brain cell I own, and I wonder what I can do to remove that worry from his eyes.
He comes back within minutes, face washed, teeth brushed, hot washcloth gentle against my skin.
“I might fall asleep again,” I say, opening my arms to him.
He crawls into bed beside me and puts his head on my chest. “I might nap with you.”
In under a minute, I drift off to the sound of his light snores and the warmth of him wrapped around my body.
23
Omar
“I haven’t been to the gym since last week,” Anders says, rubbing his perfect stomach. “What do you think? Wanna go?”
