"Well, I have plenty of reasons to be happy and carefree."
After a million years, we arrive at the bedroom, and I sigh when he drapes his body over mine on the bed.
"Hmm…naked," he moans against my lips.
"Yes."
Our hands are everywhere. I'm sure I undo some of the buttons on my shirt and some on his. I undo my fly, but then his hands are there, so I undo his.
His cock is heavy and leaking in my hand, and I've never wanted to have someone inside me so badly.
"Sky, I need you inside me, please."
He removes his lips from where they're sucking my ear lobe, and stares at me. I put a finger over his mouth. "Do it, and if you don't come, and I don't come, I'll top you after."
His bruising kiss claims me like a hot iron branding my heart.
"Mother of fucking maple taps, Sky. You kiss me like that, and there will be no topping, only a short-lived happy ending."
He sits back on his heels and removes the rest of my clothes and his before reaching over to his bedside table to grab two condoms and a small bottle of lube.
Sky may have never bottomed, but his experience topping makes it easy for me to relax and enjoy feeling his thick fingers stretching me.
By the time he's suited up and ready to get in me, I'm already on edge and desperate for more.
I'm glad when he doesn't ask me to turn over because I want to see his face every second of this. I want to know the moment when his forehead lines appear because he's trying to keep it together, becausethat'swhat I do to him. If that's not empowering, I don't know what is.
I cry when his head breaches the ring of muscles. The burn is real, but so is the incredible feeling of fullness that overcomes me.
"More, Sky. I need more," I beg.
"Baby, I'm not slowing down for you; I'm slowing down for me. Do you have any idea how tight you are? How I'm so ready to blow just watching you like this under me? You are stunning. Every single piece of you from your soft edges to your sexy tattoos, your amazing, caring heart."
He groans as I cant my hips to get more of him inside me.
"I need you to fuck me hard. I want to feel you tomorrow and every day after."
He does as I ask. Fortunately, his size makes it all borderline painful, so I know I won't come unless I touch my cock. And he seems to know that because he also leaves it alone.
I meet his eyes, and they're hungry. Hungry for more, hungry for me. I want to give him everything. What I couldn't give him before.
"Baby, your turn," I whisper.
He stops thrusting but stays inside me, catching his breath before he slides out slowly.
I remove his condom and discard it in the trash can by the bed. It's my turn to look after him.
"Just relax, okay? We'll go slow." I'm kneeling between his legs so I can see everything.
I add plenty of lube to my fingers and run them up and down his crease.
He wants this, but he's also clearly scared it'll hurt. It's written all over his face.
"Pass me the syrup," I ask.
His eyes go wide, and I laugh. “Don't worry, I'm not replacing lube with maple syrup.”
With my free hand, I drizzle some syrup on his abs and his dick. I go in for the abs first because, hot damn, the man is ripped.
