I warm it up and when I’m happy, I push his legs up and spread them wider with my shoulders, exposing his beautiful arse to my gaze.
“Oh, Angel, you’re beautiful everywhere.” I don’t give him time to reply. I just lean in again and take him in my mouth, while I circle his hole with my fingers, smearing the lube against his skin.
I love the sound of his moaning, and how he moves to force me to breach him, but I tease him more, until his hand threads in my hair and he grips it trying to force me to take more.
I allow him to push my head down, and his moan of pleasure fills the room. I hollow my cheeks on the way up and breach him with one finger until it’s all the way in. I don’t stop, and bob up and down while I move my finger inside him.
When his pucker relaxes a bit, on the up stroke I push two fingers in until it’s too tight to move.
His groan is a mix of pain and pleasure, but his hand doesn’t let me go.
I release his cock and rest my cheek on his abdomen, using my tongue to lick it from base to tip, teasing him and making him growl.
“More,” he orders me, and I chuckle at the bossy tone.
I love this side of him, unapologetic and demanding. What they did to him could have broken him, and in some ways it did, but though the fire inside him was dimmed, it was never put out.
Instead of using my words to reply, I use my hand and mouth. I thrust my fingers in and out, scissoring them until I can move them easily, all the while using my tongue to lick Jay’s cock from top to bottom, and my teeth to scrape at the hair around it, loving the way he thrusts into the air looking for more.
The grip on my hair is getting tighter and tighter as his desire rises.
I pull my fingers out and he growls again, but this time I don’t make him wait. I push three fingers in, until I can’t move.
Jay goes rigid for a moment and I stop.
I use my hand and wrap it around his cock, and in a long movement I take him in. I nearly gag when he pushes in, but I put my hand on his hip to stop him from going too far. From how much his legs are vibrating, I know he must be close, and the last thing I want is for him to come.
I want to be deep inside him, and feel him coming on my cock.
I remove my mouth from him, and focus on opening him up.
Jay hasn’t touched me yet, but I’m at my limit, just from having his taste on my tongue and my fingers buried inside him. Unconsciously I rub my dick, still clothed in my jeans, against the mattress, my libido reaching the highest temperature and ready to explode.
I’m probably going to come as soon as I put it in, but he’ll be so close to the edge that I’ll make sure he comes with me.
I push my fingers in and out, going a bit further with each new thrust until I can move a bit better, and only then do I look for his prostate and hit it with every passage of my fingers.
“Oh gosh.” That’s the only thing Jay’s able to say, but those words are too much for me.
I want him babbling my name in broken notes, until he comes screaming it at the top of his lungs. Shame we have to be quiet.
I keep going until the muscles of his abdomen are quivering, and his breath is coming in fast bursts of air. I pull away and rise up on my feet, then I remove my shirt and throw it away. I don’t believe it’s even landed on the floor by the time my trousers and boxer do.
I put on the condom with lust-trembling hands. Then I approach Jay, still lying on the bed and sucking in quick breaths, like a predator approaches his prey, and I love the way Jay’s breath catches in his lungs. I’m on him before he can beg me to take him. I slam my mouth on his, and take everything he has to give, and while we’re still connected I push his legs onto my shoulders, my hands on either side of his head, and rub my dick against his hole.
“Angel, I’m making you mine forever.” Again I don’t wait, and I push inside him until I’m buried to the hilt. Only then do I stop to give him time to adjust, and give time to myself so I don’t come on the first thrust.
Jay bites my lips, and orders me, “Move.” And then licks my lips before saying, “ I want to be yours, forever.”
His words spur me on and I surge in, taking more space inside him. Then my only focus is to bring Jay over the edge.
His hands come to grip my wrists, as if he needs an anchor to not fly away.
There are no words coming from him, only grunts and whimpers, and after a handful of thrusts inside him, he’s coming.
“Babe, I love you.” The last word is more of a sob than an actual word.
“Angel,” I scream against his lips, when after a couple of hard thrusts I’m coming as well.
