My fingers dig into the meaty part of his ass, and I slowly pull out before thrusting back in hard, pulling a grunt from Mike. “You feel how deep I am, babe?”
“Yes!”
“Do you need to… come?” I ask, my words clipped and out of breath.
“Yes…” The sound coming from him is guttural.
“Stroke yourself. Come for me, babe. Come hard.”
Mike slides his hand across the bed and dips it under his stomach. Soon, his body is trembling as he strokes himself in a rhythm that matches my rapid thrusts. I’m so fucking close, too.
His skin is hot under my fingertips and around my cock. Sweat gathers on my forehead and drips down my face, mingling with the remaining tears that haven’t dried yet. His ass is fucking stunning to look at, but even more stunning is watching my dick slide in and out of him. It’s something I never thought would happen in a million years.
“Den… I’m… I’m…” Mike stammers, pulling my attention back to him. Then, his body freezes for a second before he lets out a loud and muffled cry into my pillow. Jesus, good thing no one’s home. It’s hot as fuck. He squeezes the hell out of me, pulling a moan from deep within my chest. I continue to fuck him through his orgasm, focusing on his pleasure until he’s done. When his body relaxes, I pump faster and harder, desperate to chase my own climax.
The pressure is almost unbearable, spreading throughout my body. My spine tingles, and my body breaks out in chills. I close my eyesand just feel Mike surrounding me, small aftershocks from his orgasm squeezing my dick.
“Fill me, Den… Fill me. Please.”
And that’s it. That’s my tipping point: Mike begging me to come in his ass. I explode. There’s no other word that fits this moment. Cum shoots out of me and fills him, just like he asked me to. It’s never-ending. I throw my head back, and I can barely move as the orgasm hits me with full force, but I continue to slide in and out, never wanting this sensation to end.
When I feel like my bones and muscles no longer work, I fall on top of Mike’s hot, sweaty back, my cock slipping out of him.
“Fuck me…” he groans.
I can only nod in agreement.
Once the sensation in my nerves returns, I’m suddenly hit with the urge to see it. I sit back on my knees and pry Mike’s sexy ass cheeks apart to see my load leak out of him.
“Hell, yeah… that’s fucking hot. Look at me, spilling out of you.” My finger dips into his sloppy hole and spreads my cum around. “Yep… fucking hot.”
Mike groans again. “You’re going to get me hard again.”
I wipe my finger on the sheets and grin at him before falling to my side in bed. He rolls over to face me and drags his fingers through my wet hair. “You look sexy all wrecked,” he says, his voice still raspy from the sex.
“So do you. Hell, you always look sexy.”
I rest my head on the pillow, and we stare at each other for a moment. Mike looks content. Happy. I lean in to give him a brief kiss, needing to taste that joy. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s all I can think about.
“I didn’t say anything before, but that was my first,” I admit.
“First, what?” His eyes suddenly grow wide as what I mean dawns on him. “First time?”
I nod and bite my bottom lip. “Yep. I’ve never been the one to… Well, you know. I’m glad it was you.” He frowns for a bit and looks away, and I know exactly where his head went. “Don’t do that, babe. We’ve had a lot of firsts and a lot more to come. We aren’t looking back. Not anymore. We only look forward now.”
He sighs and nods. “Okay. Yeah, you’re right. No more looking back.”
I push him onto his back, and I lie on top of him as I smile mischievously. “You know, now that I’ve had a taste of you, there’s no going back. You better share that ass of yours from here on out.”
Mike bursts out laughing, wrapping his arms around me. “You got it. We might have to fight for bottoming, actually.”
“Wrestling my hot boyfriend for sex? I’ll take it.”
He fingers my hair again, no longer smiling, but his eyes speak of love. “I look forward to it. I look forward to so many things with you, Den. To build not just our relationship, but a home together. To raise Willow as doggy daddies.” I smile at that and kiss the tip of his nose. “You’re everything to me, baby. Because of you, I don’t feel… broken or mismatched, you know?”
I soften for him. I know what he means, but he was never broken or mismatched. Mike has always been perfect in my eyes, and I tell him that. “There’s never been anything wrong with you. Not now. Not ever. Never think that way again.”
He doesn’t argue, just nods. “Den, now that we’re planning a future together and… Meh, maybe it’s too soon to talk about.”
