He groans, then pushes inside me without warning.
I moan into my pillow, loving the not-so-gentle stretch, and hump back against him, shoving him deeper and deeper inside me. Grabbing my hips, he snaps forward, and my eyes roll back in pleasure.
Flattening me against the mattress, he blankets me with his powerful weight, covering my entire body with his. The only movement is his hips grinding into me, rocking the mattress up and down from that powerful movement alone.
Suddenly he flips us, him below with me still facing away from him. He brings his knees up, and I set my feet against his thighs as he grabs my hips. I drop down as he punches up, hitting every inch of that sweet spot inside me.
My waking cock flops with the violent movement, smearing my belly with a portent of things to come. Tightening his grip, he fucks into me again and again.
I watch as his curious fingers play with different parts of me. My peaked nipples, my loose sac, the foreskin that captures his attention every time. Tease and stroke, explore and stroke, stretch and stroke.
How I melt and harden at the same time, I’ll never understand. No one ever told me that sex—togetherness—could be like this.
Just as my climax starts to build, he slows us down again. I whine, needy, even though I know he’ll make it worth it. He taps my side.
“Turn to face me,” he commands softly.
Grinning, I comply…eventually. Sitting up, I enjoy the reverse cowboy for a few hip rolls, loving his pleased sounds as his hands land on my hips and help them along. Satisfied that I’ve given him a bit of his own medicine, I slowly pull away from his hard, curved cock, then spin around and impale myself on him even more slowly. His breath and mine hitch with each new angle until I’m once again fully seated.
Facing him, I lift my brow.What next, Dr. Barlowe?
“Fuck me nice and slow, Ignacio.”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe,” I gasp.
“Look me in the eyes.”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe,” I say, lifting my eyes to his.
Affection, approval, admiration…his look floors me, and I slow the roll of my hips. Pleasure blooms across his features as his mouth falls open, gasping with each thrust.
“Those people were in such a dangerous spot, Ignacio. Everything was going wrong, and I knew I could call you. Depend on you. I knew you would save them.”
I shake my head, leaning forward as I continue rolling my hips, running my fingers through his chest hair. “I just translated. That’s it.”
He thrusts sharply. “Pay attention.”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe.
“You didn’tjusttranslate. You were kind. You treated them like human beings. You were compassionate.”
“Thank you, Dr. Barlowe.”
“You were such a good boy, and…I think you might be a very good boyfriend too.”
He emphasizes this with a scoop of his hips. Fuck. Yes.
“So,” I say, panting from what his dick is doing to me. “You onlythinkImightbe a good boyfriend?”
“I know so, Nacho.”
My eyes snap open again at the use of my name.
“Dr. Barlowe, are you trying to convince me to agree to a significant relationship while I’m emotionally and sexually compromised?”
His features sharpen at the playful words, and he punches his hips, that fucking curve in his cock hitting the right…everything.
“Yes,” he breathes.
