My body began to come alive again as his fingers moved inside me, scissoring and lightly thrusting. Every so often, he grazed my gland, making me flinch and my dick twitch.
I thought he might be waiting for me to signal that I was ready to continue, so I let him know. “Please… now…” I whimpered in a shaky whisper. “Please…”
The cuddler lifted off me, sitting back on his heels. He pulled his fingers from inside me, then rubbed my cheeks. He reached over to my nightstand drawer and took out a bottle of lube. I shivered as the cap snapped open, and I heard him squirt a dollop into his hand, then thewetnessof him slicking his cock. Another squirt of lube, and he rubbed the gel around and inside my hole.
My breath quickened, my pulse racing. When he reached under my hips, I lifted as he slid a pillow beneath me, elevating my ass. I didn’t care that he wasn’t wearing a condom—I truly believed he wouldn’t fuck me bareback unless he was one-hundred-percent clean. His lack of “protection” told me he trusted me, too.
Iwasclean; I had never fucked a man unprotected. This was my first.
I hugged my pillow under my head and let my body rest against the bed. His hands moved up and down my back in a kind of massage, as if he wanted me fully relaxed. I was getting there despite the excited tension clinging to my insides. I closed my eyes, and a soft exhale escaped me, followed by murmured moans as his hands rubbed my ass cheeks, his thumbs slipping in between to gently massage my slick pucker. My lower stomach tightened a fraction, flexing my abs, but I remained calm and relaxed.
The cuddler went still for a moment, lightly gripping my cheeks, holding me open before him. With my ass arched over the pillow, I was ready for him.So ready. I’d never beenthisready in my life; never wanted another manthis much.
I was on the verge of begging him to take me when he leaned over my back, rested one hand on the bed next to me, and guided his cock with the other hand to my ass. I stiffened reflexively when the tip of his cock touched my hole, then relaxed again. My fingers curled into the soft pillow, and I squeezed my eyes shut as the thick, lubed head pushed through.
“Uuhhh…” I gasped quietly, and my stomach clenched again. My ass arched instinctively, begging for more. He gave it to me, sliding deeper inside and stretching me open in the most exquisite way. The sensation was beyond physical, touching on thecelestial.
His chest sank against my back, and he slid his arms beneath me, holding me,huggingme as his hips curled forward, driving his hardness all the way in until his hips were flush against my ass.
“Huuuuhhh…” My back bowed slightly, pressing against his heated chest, and my ass arched toward him as he forced his cock just a little deeper.“Fuck…”
He kissed my shoulders, neck, and ear, his breath uneven and hot as he hugged me tighter and rolled his hips a few times, squeezingso deepinside me with each slow thrust. I shuddered in his arms with each graze of his cockhead across mygland.
If I weren’t already fully crazy, Iwouldbe by the time he finished with me. My mind—mysanity—couldn’t handle this. He wasruiningme—physically, emotionally, even fuckingspiritually—and I didn’t care. It felt good. So farbeyondgood that I didn’t even have a word for it, and I wasn’t sure one existed in human language. Maybe you think I’m exaggerating, but I’m so fuckingnot.
This wasn’t just “fucking”; he was pulling me intohimself… as he filled me. It was both exhilarating andterrifying. I wanted to turn over, cling to him, wrap myself around him, and drink his kiss until it drowned me.
But he held me in place, pinning me to the bed without force, keeping me from moving except for the minimal gyration of my hips as I rose to meet his thrusts. The way his breath staggered in my ear with eachriseof my ass told me how much it pleased him that I wanted him so desperately. And his pleasure heightened my own.
A soft groan filled his throat, and his hips began to rotate as he pushed and pulled in a quicker rhythm, his cock “screwing” into me with greater urgency. Ifelthis hunger, hisneed, as he hit my button again and again, sending shockwaves of ecstasythrough my system. My erection revived, grinding against the comforter and leaving a wet spot beneath me.
The cuddler pressed his brow firmly against the back of my head, panting into my hair as his strong body moved on top of me, against me, inside me. We movedas one, our veryexistencealigning as we made love with every part of our being—body, mind, and soul—giving and taking,consumingone another.
I was barely aware of the tears spilling onto the pillow as I gasped, moaned, and fucked—andgotfucked—with aninternalintensity I hadn’t even known was possible.
The cuddler’s arms tightened until I thought my chest would collapse, his blunt nails gouging into my hot, sweaty muscles. His hips swiveled faster as he plunged deeper, harder, and moredesperately. The bed trembled in tandem with us, rattling against the wall.
Suddenly, I was pulled upright in the cuddler’s lap, my back plastered to his slick chest, riding his cock like a seasoned rodeo star. His mouth was on my shoulder, his teeth scraping my heated flesh as his breath came in short, stiff grunts. He clutched my chest, practically clawing my skin, his hips pumping ferociously, his engorged cock filling every inch of space inside me.
I tried to swallow through my suddenly parched throat as my head dropped back against his shoulder.“Fuu-Fuu-Fuuuck…”I grabbed his hands in a kind of desperation, and our fingers twisted together and squeezed, pressing hard to my chest. My jaw went slack, and my mouth fell open, deep, exhuming breaths bursting from my throat. I stared at the dark ceiling in a haze of ecstasy, tears rolling down my face and temples, my ass undulating on his thick cock as his wild thrusting bounced me up and down.
Then his fist closed around my hard, bobbing dick, and he stroked… and stroked… squeezing and sliding his hand fromroot to tip… then something ignited inside me, as if my brain hadexploded—and Icame. Thick ropes of semen shot across the bed as my body jerked and convulsed, and I tried to breathe through a throat suddenly clamped tight.
Sweat streamed down my scalding body as I bounced harder on his cock, short, hard breaths bursting from me. His fist pumped my shaft, milking me dry and squeezing out the final spurts.
“Huu-uuh-uuh…”I shuddered almost violently in his arms, trembling against his tense, searing-hot body, clutching his free hand with both of mine and pressing it desperately against my chest over my careening heart.
He didn’t cum with me, but I could feel the quivering tension in his very muscles; he was so close. Still, his thrusts slowed until he was holding me motionless in his lap, his hard member pulsing inside me. He released my heavy dick and rubbed up my trembling stomach as our fingers threaded together again.
My head lay weakly on his shoulder, my eyes heavy, only half open, gazing upward. My thighs were shaking as I knelt over his crotch. He pressed kisses across my shoulders and neck, then gently leaned me forward a little and kissed between my shoulder blades.
Sweet relief spread through me as he lowered me toward the bed—I desperately needed to lie down. I expected him to sink with me, on top of me, to stay inside me, and to finish our lovemaking. But he didn’t go down to the bed. He did thelastthing I expected—he turned me over.
My back sank into the soft comforter, my heart pounding like a freight train, my eyes closed… almost afraid to open. With the black blinds closed, the room was dark,verydark. As I tentatively opened my eyes, I could see very little of the cuddler. His face was more shadow than anything, as was his body, but it didn’t matter—we wereface-to-face.
He hovered over me for a moment, as if suddenly afraid of revealing himself to me, even though I couldn’t see much. Then he pushed inside me again. My back arched off the bed, a gasp pulling down my throat. His body touched mine as he came down to me, his hands almost cautiously cupping my face, his thumbs stroking my damp, flushed cheeks. His face was right there, just inches from mine. In the darkness, I made out the sharp, square contours of his jaw, his strong cheekbones, and his straight nose.
His fingers slid into my hair as his face descended. I was so mesmerized that I lay there, limp on the bed, as he filled me, consumed me. My eyelids fluttered in anticipation of his kiss, my heart beating wildly in my chest. His lips grazed the corner of my mouth without delivering, then glided along my jawline and pressed a kiss to my ear.
