Gus rubbed my back and continued his easing slide inside me until he was buried to the hilt.
I let out a fractured breath. Gus hooked an arm under my bent leg. It drew him in deeper, and the tension inside me gave way to a rush of pleasure that made my muscles twitch. “Oh fuck.”
Gus chuckled. “Yeah. It’s good, isn’t it?”
It was more than good. It was consuming. I felt him in every nerve and synapse, and I couldn’t see how it could ever get better than this.
As if he’d heard me, Gus moved his hips in a slow circle.
I moaned and lifted my head. “Do that shit again.”
“Yeah?” He did it again, and again, and again, until he was fucking me with deep, steady strokes. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Like that—” A strangled groan cut me off. I gripped the bed frame to save myself, but I was no match for the pleasure Gus stoked inside me. It coiled like a snake in my gut, and unfurled with every drive of his cock. Our flesh slapped together like a snowballing metronome, keeping time with the gathering storm of my heartbeat.
Any discomfort I’d started with faded. I scrambled onto my knees, legs wide, and pushed back against Gus.
He made a wild sound and gripped my shoulders. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
I hung my head, my spine curving as I arched to take him deeper. “Harder. Please. Fuck me harder.”
I’d never begged for something during sex in my life. But I felt no shame as Gus hunched over me and gave me what I needed. His big body cocooned me in a bubble of sweat and pleasure. Of snatched yells and ragged groans. I jacked myself as Gus’s rhythm peaked, and orgasm rushed me.
I came with a hoarse shout and Gus surging inside me, pulsing with heat as he came too. His gravelly moan rattled my bones and settled deep in my soul, etching itself into my heart forever. If we never fucked again, I’d always remember the sounds he made. I’d hear them in my best dreams.
Or maybe my worst, if I fucked this up.
The errant thought startled me, intruding into the bliss hazing my vision. I fought a wave of anxiety that made no sense, but before it took hold, Gus was there. He eased out of me and got up to get rid of the condom.
Then he uncurled my body with gentle hands.
I rolled onto my side, and he spooned up behind me, like he did when we fell asleep together. He rubbed my shoulder and brushed my sweaty hair back from my face. “All right?”
“Think so. You?”
Gus chuckled and kissed the back of my neck again. “Just about. That was unreal. You know that, right?”
“I’ve just shot my brains out of my dick. I don’t know anything.”
More of Gus’s rich laughter reached me. I closed my eyes and let myself drift, my only regret in life that I hadn’t let him fuck me sooner.
