In a way, it did.
He began teetering.
“I can’t,” he whispered, and then, he went tumbling off the edge with no other words. The colors exploded, the pleasure assaulted his senses, and he fell into the most glorious of orgasms.
And Corbin kept going.
One would never be enough.
He was giving him all he had.
He kept blowing him, and driving Alex wild with his hands and mouth. He explored, stroking, tugging, and preparing him for what would be coming next.
His body was his, and Corbin would worship it each and every time they came together.
As that second orgasm loomed, Alex barely had time to pull back from the first pleasure-filled fall, and already, his body was assaulted with the deliciousness of another.
When he felt slick fingers probe him, he didn’t have time to think, as Corbin sank into his ass too.
It shoved him from the edge, and he came again, unable to breathe in the sheer power of that orgasm.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, as his body was torn from the ledge again, and he was given one hell of a tumble into pleasure. “Corbin!” he whispered, as his body crisscrossed with so many goosebumps.
Oh, well, Corbin wasn’t done. Rolling him over, he covered Alex’s body with his, and his very hard dick was tucked between his cheeks, as Corbin continued to do the work.
His lips were by Alex’s ear, and he warned him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he admitted. “There is only you, Alexander. There is only you.”
In that moment, Alex wanted nothing more than Corbin. He wanted his words, his touch, and how he made him feel whole. Never in his life had he felt wanted like this. The man was currently kissing down his back, and giving him so much pleasure.
His body ached for his touch, and to never have this end.
“Please don’t stop,” he whispered, as the warm assault of kisses traced his spine, and headed toward his ass.
There was pure masculine laughter.
“Oh, I won’t. Don’t worry about that,” he said, amused. “I’m an ass man, and you have a spectacular one,” he admitted, leaving a bite on one of his cheeks.
Alex moaned.
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
So this was what it felt like to feel, and to not have that sucking wound devouring all of the joy?
It was incredible.
“More,” he begged, greedily.
Alex wanted all because he’d been so deprived of any emotions for so long that it overwhelmed him to be assaulted by all of them at once.
He felt desire.
He felt love.
