“I want to make you happy.” His burning gaze touched me, and I shivered, growing hard. “I want to hear you calling out to God when you’re under me.”
My cock swelled, and I left him to walk into the bedroom. By the time he joined me, I’d taken off all my clothes and lay on the bed, legs spread, with my hand wrapped around my erection.
“I couldn’t have been that bad if I have you waiting for me.”
“I like both Friscos. The good Frisco when we’re out with people and the bad Frisco when we’re alone together.”
As I spoke, he removed his clothes, and after getting the lube and condoms from the nightstand, joined me on the bed, pressing his hot, naked flesh to mine.
“You want me bad,bello?” His voice brushed against me in the velvet darkness, and I shivered despite the fire in my blood. “How bad do you want me?”
“Very. So bad it hurts.”
“So let me kiss it and make it better.”
His lips touched mine, and I opened under the push of his tongue, moaning loud and deep as it slid inside my mouth and tangled with mine. Our breaths grew short and frantic. The push of my heart against my chest was almost painful, and I reached for him, needing his touch, his hard body to fill up my empty spaces.
“I love you. I love what you do to me, how you make me feel.”
“Tell me. Tell me how you feel.”
“Alive. You make me come alive.”
He kissed my neck, nipped at my throat, and licked around my pecs even as he grasped my shaft and rubbed me up and down. His thumb circled the tip, picking up the sticky slick of precome.
“Ahhh,” I cried out, thrusting my hips up into his fist. “Fuck me…oh, God.”
“Tell me what you want.” He coated his fingers with the lube and grasped me again, the slick, wet sounds of my cock moving through the tight hold of his fist filling the room.
“Please, Frisco, please.”
I was a jangling mess of nerves ready to explode. My lips couldn’t stop moving in a silent plea for relief.
“I love when you beg for me,bello.” The tip of his finger entered me, and I almost sobbed. It wasn’t enough. “You hold me so tight, you’re clinging to me. You don’t want to let me go, do you?”
“Never.” My head thrashed on the pillow. “Please, never. Don’t stop.”
“Are you ready?”
I nodded, and with one smooth push, Frisco filled me to the hilt. I almost screamed with the pleasure-pain of his huge thickness ramming into me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, and Frisco grunted and rocked into me faster. I tightened around him, hating the withdrawal, the disconnection of our bodies.
“Ahh, oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t. Ever. Stop.”
With every brush of Frisco’s skin on mine, I buzzed as if a live electrical wire touched me. Fire licked through me, and I gasped for air. I’d never been alive like this. Every hair on my body stood up, and I twitched uncontrollably.
“So good, oh God, so good.” Frisco sank inside me, bottoming out, and took hold of my cock, sliding along its rigid length. His hand flashed up and down while he continued to drive into me at a punishing pace.
He was magnificent, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his strained face or keep my hands off his body. I held on to his muscled arms and whispered to him, “Let go. You’re so good. You’re mine. You belong inside me.”
At my words he groaned deep, and ground his hips against mine. His cock jerked and filled the condom with warmth. I didn’t care that we were sticky with come and sweat. I held him close and buried my face in his shoulder, loving the little ripples running across his skin. I tasted the salt of him on my lips and listened to the furious banging of his heart.
“I’m scared.”
I blinked out of my half-trance, witnessing the harsh shadows on his grim face. “Scared? You? What could you possibly be scared of?”
“Failing you. Never becoming the person you think I am.”
“Who says you already aren’t?” I sat up, and he slipped out of me. “Why the self-doubt?”
