I pull out gently, then lean in to press a tender kiss to Zeke’s lips. When I pull back, I’m struck by the affection in his eyes.
“That was…” I trail off, searching for words.
“Yeah,” Zeke agrees, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It really was.”
I roll to the side, propping myself on one elbow to look at him. “You didn’t come.”
He smiles and opens his mouth to speak, but I place a finger over his lips to stop him.
“I want you to fuck me, Zeke.”
Zeke’s eyebrows shoot up, his blue eyes widening in surprise. “Fuck, Benji. Do you really want that?”
I nod, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “Yeah, if you’re up for it.”
A slow grin spreads across Zeke’s face. “If I’m up for it? Benny, I think you just made all my dreams come true.”
I laugh at his enthusiasm.
Zeke chuckles, already moving to position himself between my legs. “This is a big moment for me. I might need to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.”
His playful words ease any lingering nervousness I might have felt. As Zeke begins to prepare me with gentle, exploring touches, I’m struck by how safe I feel with him. It’s a new sensation, one I’m not used to in my typically guarded life.
“You good?” Zeke asks, his voice unexpectedly tender.
I nod, surprised by how much I want this. “Yeah, I’m good. More than good.”
Zeke suits up, and then he enters me. I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, and the fullness is both strange and exhilarating.
“God, Benson,” Zeke breathes, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel amazing.”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. “So do you,” I say, meaning it more than I can express.
Zeke moves in and out of me with a desperation I feel to my core. He’s so big. Stretching me so perfectly I know I’m going to feel it for days.
As his thrusts become more erratic, I wrap my legs tighter around his waist. I want him as deep as he can go.
“Fuck, Benedict. Can you come again?”
I shake my head, but when he changes his angle and his cock hits my prostate, I gasp.
“Jesus, Zeke. You’re doing it.”
“Hell yeah. Come with me, baby.”
One. Two. Three thrusts and Zeke releases deep inside me. I clench around him and come for a second time.
“Fuck,” I gasp as Zeke covers my body with his. He’s big and heavy. Somehow, I don’t feel stifled. I feel grounded. Cared for.
I need to be careful, or I’m going to fall for a younger guy. Something I promised myself I’d never do again.
We take a quick shower together. Zeke doesn’t stop touching me throughout. Damn, if I were a few years younger, he would draw a third orgasm out of me.
The bathroom is filled with steam, the mirror foggy as we clean up in comfortable silence. I steal glances at Zeke, watching water droplets trace paths down his skin. There’s a slight awkwardness now. The heat of the moment has faded, leaving us in this strange limbo.
I grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist. “So, um…” I start, then falter. Come on, Benedict. Use your words. “It’s getting late.”
Zeke nods, running a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, I should probably head out.”
