“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and your hands are magic.”
He chuckles, entering me slowly.
“Ah, Jesus, yes. Please. More.”
“Oh,nowI’m the Messiah.”
I lift my head, glaring at him. “Are you going to let me come?”
His hand wraps around my throat. Squeeze, release. His other to my cock. Stroke. Release.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please.”
His deep, probing kisses return, as does the scooping thrust thatwillbreak my sanity. He begins to stroke, building and building until he’s at a furious pace and I’m holding on by a thread.
“Come for me, baby.”
I clamp down again, and that’s it. My body goes, and that bubbly, shaken-up feeling spreads everywhere. My cock throbs as Junior’s hot hand grips it, stroking me through my orgasm. I bow up off the bed as much as I can under his considerable weight. He meets me at every movement, intensifying, extending until everything feels a little black, and I realize the grunting, groaning, and moaning sounds are coming from me.
“God, you’re so pretty when you come. One of these days, I’m going to fuck you raw and watch the cum drip out of you.”
I clench again, pulsing and throbbing at the thought, wanting to feel his wet cum between my thighs.
“Fuck.Fuck,” he grunts, putting both hands around my neck, thrusting into me so hard my cock twitches again.
He shouts, rabbit-fucking my hole as I go a little fadey. I tap his arm, and he immediately releases me, grabbing my shoulders for leverage. His body is strung out, every muscle straining, the tendons in his neck popping in sharp relief until he collapses on top of me, panting.
We stay like that for a few moments, bombed out of our minds.
“I want to stay buried in your ass all day long.”
I clench around him, and he moans.
He softens, and I nearly cry when he pulls out. Knotting the condom, he sets it on the floor before collapsing on top of me again.
“Can you breathe?” he asks, nuzzling my ear.
That little gesture sends electricity down my neck and across my chest, and I wish I could rally again.
“Yes, it’s perfect,” I say, happy with the half-breath I’m allowed in this position. He adjusts, giving me a bit more oxygen. “Better?”
I nod. “But I don’t mind being crushed by you. Not one little bit.”
“You still like it when I put my hand around your neck?” Junior asks, running his nose along my jaw.
“So much.”
“I’ve never done that with someone before.”
“You’re a natural,” I declare, as though I know what I’m talking about.
I wish.
Running my fingers to the back of his hair, I finally blink my eyes open. The deeply romantic expression in his eyes surprises the hell out of me. He looks so…happy.Satisfied.
I did that.
And neither of us is in a rush to put up Christmas decorations, that’s for damn sure.
