“Oh God, so good…been so long.” My brain shut down to anything else except the almost painful pleasure shooting up from the base of my spine. Frisco controlled me beautifully, teasing me until I writhed, begging for release. “Please, now. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Yes, you can. You can.” Those talented fingers pushed in deeper, while his other hand grasped my cock, and everything I understood about desire faded to white noise as I fell apart and came, shooting endless streams of come between our stomachs.
“Yeah, that’s it, that’s it.” He withdrew his fingers and almost immediately nudged the smooth crown of his sheathed, lubed cock into my opening, easing inside like a well-oiled key fitting into its lock. Splintered to pieces when he’d first touched me, with Frisco in me, somehow I became whole.
With no recovery time allowed, my overly sensitized body trembled from head to toe as he withdrew and thrust deep, unerringly hitting that inner tender part. With each push inside, my cock pulsed, and I cried out.
“Oh, oh, fuck me.” I held on to his shoulders, locked my ankles around the small of his back, and rose up to meet his pumping hips. He hooked an arm under mine, half lifted me to meet his mouth, and we kissed. More accurately, Frisco devoured me, his tongue plunging into my mouth to the rhythm of our bodies.
“You’re fucking made for me. Feel it.” He rolled his hips, and I tightened my muscles, holding him in place where he belonged. I clenched again and sensed confusion in his wide-eyed gaze.
He pushed me down and took me hard then, slamming into me until I felt him in my chest, my heart, my head. I needed more and clawed at his shoulders.
“Ahh, God, what the hell.” Frisco drove deep and stiffened, the condom filling with liquid heat, and he collapsed on top of me with a choked sob, his hot, gasping breath hitting my ear as he face-planted into the pillow. Skin to skin, his heart pounding against mine.
He didn’t seem anxious to withdraw, and I liked the weight of him on top of me. I lazily traced the defined muscles of his back and pressed my lips to his sweat-dampened shoulder. I trailed my fingertips up the length of his spine, and hell if his cock didn’t give an answering twitch. I quivered in response.
“Don’t pay attention to it,” he mumbled into my neck. “I’m really dead.”
I smiled, and Frisco nuzzled against me and slipped out of my body but continued to keep me under him. I chuckled and pressed tiny kisses over his warm skin. “We should get up.”
“I’ve never been a fan of doing what I should.” Warm and wet, his tongue began to bathe my neck and tease along the outer edge of my ear.
“Why does that not surprise me?”
Unfortunately, he rolled to the side and disposed of the condom. The air in the room shifted from sensual to serious. I propped myself on my elbow and saw him staring off into the distance. I studied his stark profile—the elegant line of his nose, those high cheekbones and strong mouth. He met my eyes, and in that fraction of a second, the bleakness I viewed in their depths stunned me. Then he extended his hand with a devilish grin, and I thought I might’ve imagined it all.
“Let’s take a shower.”
I allowed him to pull me off the bed, and as we walked to the bathroom, I wondered what secrets this bright, lively man held so close.
