“Arse,” he whimpers. “It was so nice when you did it last night.”
“It’ll be just as good every time,” I promise, before upending myself, so we’re topping and tailing.
I encourage him to position himself so his legs areover my shoulders, with my head resting on his thigh, my nose nuzzling between his arse cheeks. I part them with my hands, revealing his enticing pink pucker. I lap his hole, revelling in his sharp intake of breath, which morphs into a groan. After a few moments, he grips the root of my cock and swallows my length to the back of his throat. I forget to pleasure him for a second, as I enjoy the hot pressure of his mouth around my dick. I tongue him again for all I’m worth, showing how much I appreciate his arse and his mouth via a constant litany of groans and moans. And, oh, fuck, I am losing my mind. From the sounds he’s making, he’s losing his, too.
When I’m sure I’ve done all I can with my tongue, I suck my fingers and use the pre-cum dripping from his slit to add more lubrication, so I can warm him up, ready to receive my hard, aching cock. My balls are already heavy, but I refuse to come. Not yet. Not until I’m inside him, staring into his dazzling blue eyes. Fuck, I want him.
“Oh, yeah, baby, what you’re doing is amazing. You’re so fucking talented.”
He shivers and trembles with every word of praise I lavish on him. I could suck his cock instead, but this is better. Heneedsthis. Needs to feel like he’s good in bed. Needs to know that I want, need, and appreciate him. Which I do. So fucking much.
“I’m looking forward to sliding my cock into your tight arse, baby.”
He hums around my cock, sending a toe-curling vibration through my length to my balls.
“But you’re not quite ready for me.”
He whimpers.
“Soon, baby. I’ll be inside you soon.”
He makes a happy sound, which makes my heart skip. “You. Are. Amazing.” I mean it with every fibre of my being, and I plan on reminding him of it as often as I can.
I wait until his arse is nice and relaxed around three of my fingers. “It’s time, baby.”
We untangle ourselves.
I roll over to reach my bedside drawer to pull out lube. I pause. “Condom, or?—?”
“Bare,” he says on a husky exhale. “Why bother with condoms now?”
“Good point.”
He fixes me with a lusty stare. “I want you to come inside me, Jimmy. Make me yours.”
“Again?”
“Every time.”
Well, fuck. I won’t be asking him that question again, then.
I kneel on the bed, legs splayed, and tap my thighs. “Come sit on me, baby.”
He does so without hesitation, scrambling to me. He puts his legs over mine, feet planted wide apart on the bed behind me. I wrap my arms around him, allowing him to lean back onto his hands, as he lowers himselfonto my cock. Then, facing each other, his cock sandwiched between us, our lips locked, our tongues tangled, I fuck him gently, showing how much I appreciate and want him with every upward thrust. He switches between wrapping his arms around my neck and leaning onto his hands, allowing me to get deeper inside him. His face is pure ecstasy, damp, glistening lips parted, gaze locked onto mine, brows loosely knotted together. We grunt, and pant, and moan, and groan, and enjoy every second of our union, until my balls are so heavy and tight I can’t stand it.
My orgasm is explosive—the result of all the emotions bundled in my chest. I kiss him hard as I empty my hot load into him. He comes seconds later, trembling and gasping as his cum splatters our heaving stomachs and chests. We hold each other, me still buried deep inside him, catching our breaths, stroking each other’s hot, sweaty skin.
“That was so good, baby, so fucking good.”
“You were amazing,” he whispers.
“So were you. Fuck, I’m so happy.”
He rests his head on my shoulder and gazes at me. “Yeah? Me, too.” I can tell by his soft, sappy smile and the way it lights up his eyes.
“How’s your shoulder?” I graze my fingertips over it.
“Still a little sore.”
