Our hard lengths are slotted against each other, and as we exchange deep kisses, I begin to rock my hips against his. Even with the fabric of our briefs in the way, the slide of our cocks together feels phenomenal. We pant into each other’s mouths, tongues languidly gliding against each other.
“More.” Charlie whines, meeting each rock of my hips.
I sit back on my heels, looking down at the love of my life. His eyes are half mast, his gaze fiery with lust and adoration. This is mine. He’s mine. And I’m going to do everything in my power to keep it that way, always. He might not be ready for forever yet, but I can be patient. For Charlie, I’d wait an eternity if I had to.
My hands slide down to the band of his boxer briefs, and I tug them down his thighs, letting his cock bob free. The tip is slick with pre-cum, my mouth watering at the sight.
My body follows my hands down, scooting until my mouth is level with his erection. My lips skim the skin on his thighs, planting soft kisses along them. I move up, closer to where we both want me to be. I nipand suck the skin at the crease of Charlie’s thighs. And then I ghost my mouth over his length.
Charlie shudders, gasping and whining at the barely there touches of my lips against his dripping head. I’m not ready to stop teasing him though.
My fingers dance along the planes of his stomach and pecs, while my mouth moves further south. My tongue flicks against the taut skin of his balls, tonguing the seam of them. Charlie’s hips buck up, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
“Please…” He cries.
I smile. He’s so fucking needy for me, and I love it. I love that he lets me give him this. He hasn’t let anyone else in the way he does with me. I’m his, and he’s mine.
Finally, I give in, sucking the weeping head of his dick into the warmth of my mouth. My tongue presses against the spongy tissue on the underside of his head. Soon, I’m bobbing up and down, taking him as deep as I can. His cock hits the back of my throat, and Charlie keens. His hips begin to move of their own accord. Charlie’s fingers tug on my hair as I let him take more control and fuck my mouth.
Panting, Charlie tugs my hair until I pop off his dick.
“Stop.” He gasps. “Want to come with you.”
Moving back up his body, I press my lips to his.
“Take off your briefs too.” Charlie pleads.
How can I say no to that? The answer is, I won’t.
I tug off my briefs, flinging them off the bed. Lying back down, I cover Charlie’s body with mine.
Charlie reaches out, blindly feeling around in the nightstand for lube. “Aha!” He grins, and pushes me up a bit, allowing his hand to snake down between us. Charlie squeezes a healthy dollop of lube on our lengths.
Taking my hand in his, he wraps our fists around both of our cocks, pressing them together.
“Fuck.” I hiss in ecstasy. The slide of his hot, hard dick against mine is heavenly.
He pulls his hand away, and I grip the two of us tighter in my palm, thrusting my hips to fuck against his cock.
“Yes!” Charlie cries out, his hands wrapped around my back, fingers clawing needily at my skin.
I grunt, body tensing. Tingles start at the base of my spine, spreading through my body. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.”
“Me too.” Charlie moans. “Come all over me princess.”
Those words are the ones that push me over the edge. I throw my head back, my vision whiting out as pleasure unfurls through me. Hot cum splashes between us, and slicks my fist as I continue pumping our cocks. Charlie follows me over, a long, low moan falling from his mouth as his ropes of cum join mine. I stroke him through his orgasm, even though my own dick is becoming oversensitive.
After Charlie’s last spurt, his body relaxes beneath mine. I collapse on top of him, probably squishing him beneath my large body, but too spent to move.
“Cant. Breathe.” Charlie huffs in amusement.
I groan. “Ugh. You’re really gonna make me move?” I fling my body to the side. “Fineeee. But now I’m not gonna move again for at least half an hour.”
“You’re a vampire, Kip. You have endless energy and stamina.” Charlie laughs, turning to snuggle into my side.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure that orgasm killed me. Again.”
“Yeah, it was pretty good.” He sighs, cuddling closer.
