“Enjoying yourself so much. Like this is the best thing in the world.”
“It is. I’m with someone I love and trust. How could it not be?”
He gasps. Fresh tears spill down his cheeks.
I kiss them away, gathering the salty wetness on my lips and tongue. I press my lips to his desperately. “Are you enjoying it too?”
“Aye, more than I thought I would. I like the feel of you. Hot, warm, and tight. It’s different than I thought. You’re different than I thought.”
“Tell me.”
“I didn’t expect you to enjoy it so much. I thought you’d rather—”
“I told you I’m versatile when it comes to sex. Of course, I like giving, but receiving is great too.” I stare into his eyes. “Especially when I’m with you. But we can stop if you want.”
“No. I don’t want that. You feel wonderful. I feel connected to you in a way I haven’t before.”
“So do I.” I brush my lips over his stubble and then cover his mouth with my own. “I’m ready.” I nuzzle his nose. “If you are.”
“Take control,” he begs. “Teach me. Take care of me.”
“Always, Cal, always.”
I rip open the packet and roll the condom onto his cock. I straddle him and press my hands into the pillow on either side of his head. “Are you ready?”
He nods. His kiss-swollen lips are barely parted. His eyes are wide. His pupils are tiny pricks amid an emerald sea. I kiss him softly but deeply as I slowly lower myself onto his cock. He feels amazing. His cock is warm as it fills me up an inch at a time. I flatten my chest against his, stroke his face, and kiss every inch of skin I can reach.
“Hold me,” I command.
He puts an arm around my shoulders and rests his other hand on my back.
“Kiss me.”
I begin to rock gently as our lips caress. He relaxes bit by bit. His kisses become more urgent, and he begins to moan.
“Rory. You feel amazing.”
“So do you.” I nuzzle his nose and then sit upright, arching my back so I can take him deep. I take his hands and rub his palms over my nipples.
“You like that?” he asks, his expression full of fascination and awe.
“Oh, yes.”
I use my knees to help me rise and fall on his cock. I move my hips at the same time so my body is making a rolling motion. I take him deep, pull up until he’s almost falling out of me, and then push back down with a satisfying groan. He stares into my eyes. His hips start to move in time with mine, driving deeper into me. He’s gasping and moaning. His eyebrows are laced together, but the fear has gone from his eyes, replaced by love and desire.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Thank you for this.”
I’m sure I won’t last long. Our lovemaking is too wonderfully profound. And we are making love. I might be setting the pace, but he’s making love to me as surely as I’m making love to him. I take my hand away, smiling as he continues to work his palms over my nipples. I grasp my cock and stroke it. My body tingles. His hands feel amazing over my hard, aching nipples. His hot, hard cock throbs and pulses inside me, driving me wild. The head of his cock strokes over my prostate, making my stomach quiver and clench with need.
“Cal!”
I throw my head back and ride him harder. His hands sweep down to my stomach and back to my nipples. He pinches and rolls them. I groan so hard I swear I’ll come on the spot. But I don’t. I hold it back.
“Cal!”
He grunts. His body is hot and sweaty beneath mine. I squeeze my legs and arse, riding him furiously as my release becomes inevitable. I lean forward and kiss him hard as I come. My arse muscles hug his length tightly, and cum spills over my hand onto his chest. His cock throbs inside me. He groans and slams up into me delightfully hard. We gasp and kiss. Kiss and gasp. Our hands slide over sweaty skin, caress trembling jaws, and brush over damp cheeks. Our chests heave. Our hearts beat crazily as one.
“Oh, God, I love you, Cal.”
