“Please,” I gasp, desperately pleading and wantonly rocking my ass against his fingers inside me. “I’m ready. I need you inside me.”
He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, “Are you sure, love? I don’t want to hurt you.”
I turn my head, catching his gaze. The intensity in his eyes takes my breath away. “I’m sure,” I pant. “Please. Put your cock inside me. I can’t wait.”
He nods, pressing a quick kiss to my shoulder before pulling back. I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then the slick sound of Martin lubing himself up. My heart races in anticipation.
Martin positions himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust. The stretch burns in the most delicious way, and I moan, long and low.
“Oh, fuck,” Martin groans as he bottoms out. “You’re strangling my cock. God, you’re so tight. So perfect.”
He stills as he bottoms out, letting me get used to the feeling of fullness. I’m trembling, overwhelmed by the sensation and the emotion of having him inside me. After a moment, I rock my hips, silently asking for more.
Martin takes the hint, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in. He sets a steady rhythm, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I push back to meet him, wanting him deeper, harder.
“Yes,” I moan. “God, just like that. Don’t stop.”
He grips my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, mixed with our gasps and moans. It’s raw and primal and absolutely perfect.
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, every nerve ending on fire as Martin drives into me. His cock hits my prostate with each thrust, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. I’m moaning shamelessly, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“Fuck, Martin,” I gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “So good… “
He leans over me, blanketing my body with his, his chest pressed against my back. The change in angle has me seeing stars, and I cry out, fisting my hands in the sheets.
“That’s it, love,” Martin murmurs in my ear, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. “Let me hear you. You sound so beautiful.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I turn my head, seeking his lips. We kiss messily, all tongue and teeth, as he continues to fuck into me.
I can feel the pressure building in my core, my neglected cock throbbing between my legs. “Martin,” I pant against his mouth. “I’m close… so close…”
He snakes a hand around my waist, wrapping his fingers around my aching shaft. “Come for me,” he growls. “Want to feel you come apart around me.”
It only takes a few strokes of his hand before I’m tumbling over the edge. I cry out Martin’s name as my orgasm crashes over me, my vision whiting out as waves of pleasure course through my body. I clench around his cock, and he groans, his hips stuttering as he follows me over the edge.
We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. Martin carefully pulls out, and I whimper at the loss. He disposes of the condom and then gathers me into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
Chapter 8
Martin
Ilie sprawled across Jesse’s chest, our bodies still tangled together, a thin sheen of sweat cooling on our skin. My fingers trace lazy patterns through the light dusting of hair on his chest, and the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my palm is comforting.
“That was…” I trail off, unable to find the right words.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Yeah, it was.”
I tilt my head up to look at him, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and tousled hair. His eyes are closed, a contented smile playing on his lips. He looks utterly relaxed.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” I murmur before I can stop myself.
His eyes flutter open, and he gazes at me with such warmth it makes my breath catch. “Look who’s talking,” he says, running his fingers through my hair.
I hum contentedly, nuzzling into his touch. We fall into a comfortable silence, just basking in each other’s presence. It’sbeen so long since I’ve felt this… peaceful. This connected to another person.
Suddenly, the silence is broken when my stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl. Jesse’s body shakes with laughter beneath me.
“Hungry?” he teases, poking my side playfully.
