I’ve never felt this in sync with another human being before.
We both know instinctively when it’s time for me to turn away and bury my face in the pillow. Elias knows when I need more. More weight bearing down on me, more of his cock deep inside me.
He presses his forehead against the back of my head and covers my body with his as his hips thrust, slow, deep and controlled. I have to pull the pillow between my teeth to stop from moaning.
When Elias slips his hand around and strokes my cock, I’m done for. The bed is creaking a little, but I’m too far gone to care.
My head swims with his smell and his voice in my ear, asking me to come for him.
I feel my eyes roll, my toes curl. I manage to muffle a growl in the pillow as Elias’ hand takes me over the edge.
It seems to go on and on. Waves of pleasure washing over every inch of my skin. I ride it greedily until I physically can’t take anymore and push Elias’ hand away.
He stills on top of me while I catch my breath. He’s still hard.
“You don’t have to stop.”
“If I fuck into you the way I want to, we’ll definitely be too loud.”
The selfish part of me wants him to sleep on me like this all night—hard and all mine while I keep him warm. But after what he just did for me, I think it’s time to stop being selfish.
“Can I give you a blow job?”
His throat sounds dry when he swallows and his voice is raspy when he talks. “Yes, please. Warm my cock in your mouth.”
My breath catches. How does he always know exactly what I want? “God, yes.”
I have to keep in a whine as he pulls out of me and snaps the condom off.
But then he’s pulling the comforter over my head, making a cocoon for me to nestle in. His smell under the sheet is so powerful it makes my head spin. This man makes me feral.
He hisses when I wrap my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat. I’m no expert at this, but I think Elias is turned on enough for it not to be a problem. Plus, I want to take my time with him. No one is rushing us here.
I allow myself to enjoy the taste of weight of him on my tongue. The trickles of precum dripping down my throat.
I run my tongue along his shaft before swirling it around the head. Elias’ hand comes under the comforter to stroke my hair and my eyes get all sleepy and satisfied. I don’t know what happens when I’m with him like this, but he makes me feel so safe and opened up at the same time. He does something to me. Makes me docile and compliant. My heart pounds at the thought of how much I trust him.
Like he always knows what I want, as if he has access tomy thoughts, he flattens one leg against the bed and guides my head until I’m pressing my cheek against it.
As much as I’d love to fall asleep with him like this, it’s not fair. I want to give him the kind of pleasure he gives me.
Taking him as deep as I can, I swallow around him while stroking my fingertips up his inner thighs. Reaching his balls, I massage and tug them gently, the way I like my balls being touched.
I’m rewarded with a quiet moan. Elias’ fingers tightening in my hair.
“Ben,” he whispers. “So good.”
I smile around him, allow myself a small moan as I drag my lips and tongue across his skin while I hollow my cheeks.
Elias sucks in a sharp breath, his thigh muscle tensing against my face.
I experiment, tuning into every sound and the way he tightens and loosens his fingers in my hair. He reverts back to German at one point, but I don’t think he’s giving me instructions. I catch the oddjaand accept that his words are encouragement.
He leg shakes, his hand grips my hair and holds tight while I work hard to make him come. Elias grunts and I moan around him. All considerations of quiet disappear.
My jaw starts to hurt, but I’ll be damned if I stop now.
I’m just doing what I like done to me as I give some attention to Elias’ balls. My thumb ghosts over his taint, down his crack and a louder grunt tells me to keep going.
