Heat radiates from his body, more intense than what I’d expect from body heat before he says, “I’m getting close, Alexei.”
A new sort of relief moves through me—this time, the awareness that despite all my anxiety and fears, we might really be able to do this. I claw at the mattress, the pressure in me climbing too fast, and it’s too much for me as I call out, my cock shooting across the sheet beneath me.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” Matteo says as he drills me. “I’m almost there.”
This heat he’s giving off shoots right through me, making my face pulse with warmth.
“Do it. Come in me,” I plead, and it doesn’t have anything to do with the spell.
A few claps against my ass in quick succession are followed by one intense, distinct slap, and the way his hips keep pressed against my ass for a few beats longer before he startsto back up, assures me he’s emptying his load inside me. Instinctively, I keep pushing my ass back, milking him.
But I have to be practical for what I need for the spell. “Get it in nice and deep,” I tell him, and he shoves his cock in as far as he can, leaning down against my back, hooking his arms around me as he catches his breath.
I’m still alive with the high of my orgasm, but it’s not just that.
We did it.
We really fucking did it.
I sigh with relief as I start to come down from the intensity of what we experienced.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Thankyou.”
*
After we catchour breaths, I finish the ritual, and we slide under the cover, our heads against the pillows. The room’s silent except for the sound of us catching our breaths.
I’m struggling to process what just happened. One minute I was terrified, the next taking it like a champ. And now even without his cock inside me, I’m enjoying the lingering sensation, trying to hold on to what it felt like when we were really going at it.
“Well, fuck,” he says, turning his head toward me. His face is bright red, sweat still sliding down his forehead, and I’m surprised by the amount of heat he’s giving off.
“You good?”
“More than good.” He grins.
“I meant, you look like you just ran a marathon.”
“Didn’t I?” he jokes. “It was a little like I had a fever toward the end, but flushing is a side effect of the sildenafil, so I assume that’s what it is.”
That doesn’t explain the heat I felt while we were fucking, but that could have been from the workout. I can’t help wondering if there might’ve been more to it than that, but I’m sure I’m overthinking it.
“That’s not what I was expecting to happen tonight,” he drags out.
“It’s exactly what we said we were going to do tonight.”
His forehead creases. “Not what I meant,” he says, and when I grin, he adds, “And you fucking know it too.”
I laugh, a carefree laugh, something I haven’t enjoyed since…hell, I can’t even remember. Certainly not within the past few months.
“So you enjoyed having my dick in you?”
I roll toward him. “Whatever. You enjoyed it too…right?”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No, but like, beyond what the sildenafil did.”
