When I reach his ass, I hook my arms under his thighs and lift them up, pressing my face between his cheeks, moving my tongue in a frenzy around his hole. He arches his back, moaning, revealing his pleasure, just how much he wants this. I push my fingers, middle and forefinger, against his hole, massaging gently, licking, trying to stimulate him as much aspossible.
“God, I missed that,” hesays.
His relief sounds like it mirrors myown.
I want to work him up, ease him into this, but I’m too selfish in thismoment.
I pull away and hop off the bed, hurrying to my nightstand. As I look back to him, I see this knowing expression across his face—his own desire to enjoy all those things we’ve beenmissing.
I feel so conflicted. Part of me wants to rush, to enjoy this experience as quickly as possible, to get it done so that nothing can take it away from us. Another part of me wants to take my time and enjoy it for as long as Ican.
Like so many things with Jesse, I know my body’s need will takecontrol.
I get the condom on quickly, and soon I have my arms under Jesse’s legs. I stand at the edge of the bed, and he lies stretched out across the mattress as I push intohim.
This isn’t like the times when I went slow, when I was easing him into it. He’s familiar with it all now, and so I have my way with him and see that sparkle in his eyes as they glisten under the overhanging chandelierlight.
He twists andturns.
“Right there,” he mutters. “Rightthere.”
As he absorbs each forceful thrust from me, he throws his head back, calling out, “God, yes, Eric. God,yes.”
His encouragement only compels me to keep going, harder, faster, working up a sweat, which drips from my bangs onto my shoulders and all across his quakingbody.
I lean down, the crook of my arms in the crook of his legs. I watch his expression twisting and twitching with that ever-presentsmile.
I’m the one making him feel thisgood.
Knowing that I have this power over him sends an intoxicating rush throughme.
He looks at me, and his smile broadens. “You like my tight ass?” he asks. “Because I like your big cock insideit.”
I growl before shoving him farther on the bed, crawling onto it and staying inside him. I push his legs forward so that his ass tilts up slightly, and I continue my work, keeping my hands against histhighs.
He grips his shaft and starts stroking up and down, his body seemingly a fit of muscle spasms andcontractions.
“I’m getting close,” hewarns.
I grab the wrist of the hand he’s jerking off with, and he releases his hold on his dick. I force his hand over his head and then take his other wrist, keeping them locked over him on themattress.
“You think you can come like this?” I ask him, my movements shaking the entiremattress.
His mouth hangs open, and he opens it more like he’s trying to respond, but I can tell by the way he flinches that he can’t control his body, not anymore. So I work harder, move faster, and as he knocks the back of his head against the mattress, I glance down and see him shooting across hisabs.
He grunts and growls, and I kiss him again, even knowing he’s still caught up in this fit, unable to kiss back for a moment. But finally when he’s able to, he gives me that confirmation of his own pleasure as his lips and tongue keep my mouthbusy.
The relief of having satisfied him makes the pressure that’s swelling in my own balls release, and I only have a few jerks left in me before it’sover.
Soon, I find my hips pressed up tight against his ass as I offer feverish kisses, savoring each one of them like I savored thatclimax.
We breathe in sync. It’s just us. That’s all that fuckingmatters.
And yet…I know better than that. I know there’s a conversation to be had, but not this second. Not while I’m still adjusting to the taste of his mouth and the sensation of his body againstmine.
“And here I thought I was going to get more of an appetizer,” Jesse quips, and as I pull back, I see him grinning, so fucking amused withhimself.
“Well then, I guess we’ll have to go again,” I tell him. Hechuckles.
