I fell onto the bed and hovered over him before sliding lower while blowing on his heated skin. Stan grunted and raised hiships, and I licked over the tight fabric, scenting his arousal. He panted and tried to slip off his briefs, but I wanted to tease him. Rubbing my chin over his length, I blew on it, and Stan shrieked. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband and yanked out his dick.
“Stop taunting and put your mouth on me.”
“Wow. I have no choice. I must follow your command.”
He rolled his eyes and giggled.
I licked along the shaft, and Stan gripped the bedding. When I reached the tip, I stuck my tongue in the slit, and he moaned and raked his nails over my scalp. I took him in my mouth. He groaned, and I was overwhelmed with his scent and taste. I swallowed him and licked every inch of him before raking my teeth over the shaft.
Just like Stan, I’d dreamed of us being together, but the reality was better than my imagination.
I released him and crawled back up to kiss him, letting him taste himself on my lips.
“I want you in me.” He glanced down. “Oops. You’re wearing my PJs.” He waggled his finger. “Take them off.”
I’d do anything my Stan told me to, and I stood beside the bed and dropped the pants. Oh yeah, I was giving him a show, and his mouth formed a huge O. That stroked my ego, and he reached out and wrapped his fingers around my girth.
“I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
My ego was almost as swollen as my dick, but I rolled Stan on his side and eyed his butt, glistening with slick. I trailed a fingerdown his crack until I reached his hole. He stiffened, and I paused.
“If you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
“I do, please. It’s the anticipation that’s making me tense.”
I tapped around his entrance.
“Wait.” Stan flipped onto his belly and reached back, opening himself to me.
I got behind him, admiring the curve of his ass and slick glistening on his skin.
“Do it,” he begged.
I eased a finger up to the first knuckle. He gripped around me and begged for more, so I added a second one. Stan pushed back, begging me to fuck him with my fingers. They slid in and out, the slick giving them easy passage.
More slick streamed from his hole as I finger-fucked him. He was so tight and slippery, and I longed to bury my cock deep inside him.
Stan clenched hard around my fingers and glanced over his shoulder. “I need all of you in me, and you’d better fit because I want the huge cock.” He rolled onto his back. “But I want to see you when you put it in me.”
I nudged his thighs apart, and with my good hand, I lined myself up and prodded his entrance. He reacheddownand tugged me so the tip eased into him. He grunted, and I paused, allowing him to get used to my girth. He was tight and warm, and being inside him felt so safe.
“You’re bigger than you look.” He was stroking my ego again. “More, please.”
I pushed in further, and when my cock was buried deep inside him, I moaned. “Stan, I’ve never felt like this.”
He smacked my ass, and the short sharp sounds reverberated around the room.
“Better not have.” He clung to me, and his nails dug into my back. “Move.”
I withdrew but missed his warmth already. I slid back in and began with slow thrusts that built to a steady rhythm. Our bodies moved in sync as if we were made for each other. And we were. We were mates.
Years of friendship had created a bond, despite the time apart. How had I lived without his taste, scent, and his touch?
“I feel closer to you now than I ever have,” he panted as he bucked his hips.
“Same here, babe.”
Leaning forward, I licked the beads of sweet dotting his chest and flicked his nipple. Stan grunted and squeezed around me, sending waves of pleasure rippling over me. I kissed a path down his throat and over his shoulder, savoring the salty sweat and relishing the taste of him on my lips.
