“My love, you touching me in any capacity could never hurt me,” I say, making sure that I’ve captured his gaze when I say it. Our lips crash back together and we wrap our arms around each other, skin-on-skin, thrusting against each other because it feels so damn good. “Get on the bed and put your ass in the air,” I say in my best commanding-officer voice.
He shivers, his eyes flashing lust, and he walks with purpose over to the bed, not rushing, giving me every opportunity to take in all of that exquisite flesh. Centering himself on the large bed, he gets on all fours and looks over his shoulder at me, raising his brow in challenge.
I take another moment to drink him in before approaching the bed with the certainty that he’s mine, and that he will be more fully mine after tonight. Kneeling behind him I run my hands from waist to shoulders and back down again, reveling in the feel of his strong muscles under my fingertips.
He groans, rocking back, pushing his firm ass against me, tempting me with his soft skin. I lean down, spreading him apart before running my flat tongue up his crease. My sensitive man lets out a long, low moan.
“Please, oh god, please. More tongue, please.”
I smile and nip at the sensitive join of his ass and thigh.
“DeShaun,” he says, his voice hoarse with want.
Teasing him, I go in with another long, wet lick before dipping lower and sucking one of his balls into my mouth, teasing his rim with my thumb.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
The tight entrance softens and I smear my thumb with a little lube, then dip inside, testing the muscle, resisting the pull until the tension eases up just a little more. He pushes back, trying to take more of my thumb, but I don’t let him.
He gives a frustrated grunt, and I abandon his balls to light up his nerve endings with my mouth, sucking and licking as I swirl my tongue around the richly puckered skin. On his next little moan, I push my tongue inside. His body tenses, and I push in farther until he’s a mess of sounds and thrusts and grabbing pillows, trying to stay in place and trying to push back.
Spreading his cheeks, I let my thumbs dip and play with that sensitive ring of muscle until I can push in both. Spreading him open, I lean in again, flicking my tongue in and around my thumbs.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to come,” he whines, his balls tightening in agreement.
That’s all I need to hear. Grinning, I remove my thumbs and smack his ass, enjoying the red palm print I leave behind. I stroke myself with just a little more slick, running my hard length between his cheeks. He looks back over his shoulder, frustration and lust burning in his eyes. I smile, making sure he sees the dimples that I save for only him, and slowly, so slowly, push inside. His mouth drops open and the tight clutch of him makes me see God.
“You good, baby?”
“Mm, hang out there for a second, D.”
I glide my fingernails up the length of his back and down again, letting the featherlight touch and barest scrape of my fingernails relax his body while keeping him turned on. He relaxes around me and we repeat this pattern, letting the moment take us where we need to go. Soon enough, he’s pushing back on me, wanting more. I let him set the pace, watching, mesmerized as his tight, hot body slowly swallows my cock, the sensations ramping up the farther I go.
On one particularly ambitious backward thrust, he lets his head drop back, his moan strangled and needy. I rock back then give a shallow thrust forward, eliciting that same strangled moan from his lips.
Leaning in, pushing in ever so slightly more, I whisper, “Did I hit a good spot for you, baby?”
Swallowing, he’s still practically nonverbal as he nods and pushes back farther against me. I grab his trim hips, thrusting forward with a little more force, delighting in the fact that I can make him so noisy.
Finally,finally, I bottom out, and we pause again, enjoying the stretch and pressure. Slowly, I pull out, admiring his stretched-out hole before pushing all the way back in. I do it a few more times, teasing him mercilessly.
“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to beat you to death,” he says, barely able to speak.
I hold back my laugh and obey his wishes. His ass is so tight that each forceful stroke shoves us closer and closer to that edge.
And when I’m buried as deep inside of him as I can go, I’m struck by the wonder of it all. I never thought I’d be able to make love to a man like this again. More devastatingly, I never thought I would get the chance to make love tothisman. We’re both sweaty and grunting with our efforts. And maybe from the outside it looks like a down and dirty fuck, but I know different. We both do.
Reading my thoughts, he looks back over his shoulder at me, tears in his eyes. I lean forward, capturing his lips, but I need more.
“Flip over,” I say, unable to hide the urgency in my voice.
He does as I say, sliding off of me and flipping onto his back. The sight of him beneath me, falling apart as I slip inside once more, is the thing that I’ve been missing from my life. I take him in hand, finally touching him as my lips meet his, trapping my hand and his cock between our bodies.
He wraps his legs around my waist, forcing me deeper still. His mouth opens, his eyes never leaving mine as he arches up, tightening his legs one last time, the force of his orgasm tensing the arch of his body as ropes of hot, white cum erupt between the two of us.
He clenches hard, and I can’t hold on any longer, my new skin transmitting pure pleasure to every nerve in my body. With a final thrust, I fill him with cum, pushing it deeper and deeper inside of him until every drop of orgasm is milked from our bodies.
Not realizing that I squeezed them shut, I open my eyes to the beauty of his face, his lips red and abused, tears slipping down his cheeks, and a smile like joy personified. I palm his jaw, staring deeply into my future, kissing him like the miracle he is.
