“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Elliot growled, teeth sunk into his bottom lip.
I sank all the way into him in one smooth thrust, until I bottomed out. My groin snug against his ass I rolled my hips slowly allowing him to adjust to my size and the speed of my intrusion.
My head tipped back on my shoulders, a groan rumbling in my chest as the muscles of his channel rippled around me. Ever the impatient one, Elliot pushed back begging me to move without words.
At this angle, every snap and roll of my hips meant my cock dragged over his prostate in the most delicious way.
“Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good.”
“So do you, baby.”
We lost ourselves to the rhythm of our bodies as we moved in perfect synchronicity. When Elliot reached up, arms out stretched I moved to him. Closing the space between us and sealing our lips together.
We rocked, and moaned as we chased our high. The sensation of being inside him. Of being so deeply in love with him made this moment unforgettable. The moon fractures over the water, the stars hung like diamonds in the sky.
And I was buried inside the most perfect person in the world. He owned my heart. From now until forever I’d never look at another soul. My world began and ended with him.
Our orgasms crashed into us with a blinding intensity. Bodies locking up at the same time. He clamped down on me as I thickened. His tongue dueled with mine. Frozen motion I filled him as heat from his releases seared across my skin.
“Daddy,” Elliot cried, and I swallowed it down.
“I love you baby boy," I breathed against his mouth.
Tremors rocked through me as I continued thrusting until I’d emptied every drop of my cum deep inside him. Even though my arms were weak and my body was drained I held myself above him, not wanting to squash him. I never wanted to hurt him again.
Elliot huffed and slapped my lower ass. I pushed up onto my elbow and looked at him, concern lining my features.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Frustrated, Elliot rolled his eyes. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” I asked and rocked into him again making him melt for a split second.
“Stop holding back.” He slapped my ass again and chuckled. “I want to feel you on top of me.”
“I am,” I arched a brow at him, having an inkling where this was headed. But I didn’t want to make it too easy for him.
”Seriously?” he whined, eyes narrowed.
“Yup.”
“Ugh, fine,” he huffed. “I want to feel you against me, Daddy. All of you. I can take it I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“But, I just said––"
I cut him off with a quick brush of my lips, "I know but I don’t want to hurt you.” I cupped his face, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek bone. “I just want to make sure.”
“Yes. I want you like that because it’ll help keep you inside me.” He yawned. “I’ve been empty too long.”
Carefully, I lowered myself in small increments checking in with him until he was ready to scream. He didn’t know it yet but I had brought him a little surprise. Something that would help with that feeling of emptiness he seemed to despise so much.
I woke to warmth.The weight of him. Not the abstract idea of it, not the memory of it. But the real thing. Anchored around me.
Elliot was curled into me like he’d been built for the space beneath my chin, his back pressed to my chest, arm draped over his middle, my hand splayed protectively over his stomach. His breath was slow and even, soft puffs of air brushing my throat with every exhale.
