As much as I wanted to sit back and watch Cade come, I wanted to kiss him while he did. I needed to inhale the sounds of his pleasure directly from the source.
I wanted a recording of the slide of our cocks, and the slap of our hips as Cade fucked up into my hand, to get myself off to for years to come. Talk about an effective and intimately personal ASMR.
After less than ten thrusts, an “uh uh uh” sound—a combination of a grunt and whine—emanated from his throat and straight into my mouth.
Everything about this man made me hungrier than I was before I’d ever touched him. If I thought my mind or body would be sated after having Cade in my arms, I’d been wrong. I’d created a monster inside myself. One that wanted to gorge and feed on every expression, inch of skin, and freckle Cade possessed.
My fantasies had paled in comparison to watching his reddened, beard-burned skin flush even brighter as pleasure raced through his veins. Or how the slick perspiration between our bodies would add to the debauched friction we created, allowing us to move faster and harder against one another.
“Ash, are you. . .? I’m going to. . .” Cade panted, breaking the onslaught of the sucking and pressing of our tongues in each other’s mouths.
The lust-drunk expression on his face told me he was at least three-quarters of the way out of his mind with pleasure. I wanted to rocket him the rest of the way.
“Yes, so close, sweetheart. I want to watch you come for me.” I spoke the words against his lips before driving my tongue back into his mouth to multiply the tidal wave of sensations about to drown us both.
Regretfully releasing our cocks, I brought my hand back up by Cade’s shoulder before shoving both hands beneath his body as if I could meld our chests together.
Using my knees as leverage and squeezing my thigh and ass muscles tight, I pressed the maximum amount of my weight onto Cade’s body, trapping our weeping cocks between us.
Now able to move freely, I pistoned my hips hard to push Cade over the edge before I let myself come, aided by our sweat and saliva-soaked skin.
I pulled my head back for just a second to tell Cade one last thing.
“Cade, this here. Us. It’s everything, sweetheart.”
Whether it was a coincidence or my words that set off his orgasm, Cade pushed his cock against mine one final time, his thighs wrapped around my hips, and froze.
A burst of wet heat shot between us, filling the tiny crevices where our skin wasn’t welded together.
Cade’s mouth dropped open into a small “O” shape, his lips slack when I dipped back down to kiss and suck his lower one.
“Fuck, Cade. You’re beautiful,” I groaned.
With that last bit of praise, my cock went off like a rocket, cum shooting up and out of my slit like a fire hose, adding to the ocean of cum between our bodies. My asshole clenched down hard and rhythmically in sync with each spurt.
I let my head fall forward into the space between Cade’s neck and shoulder, breathing hard.
All the cells in my body agreed we were spent. I’d give myself a minute or two to recover, and then I’d get us cleaned up.
“Wow,” Cade said, his voice scratchy from use.
I smiled against the skin of his neck, planting a few gentle kisses against the hot flesh since my lips were in the perfect position.
“That felt amazing.”
“Yeah?” he asked, the uncertainty from earlier creeping back into his tone.
Still not ready to move but unwilling to let Cade think that having sex with him was anything less than spectacular for me, I slowly pulled my arms out from under his shoulder blades.
I pushed up on my hands, careful to mind the slight sizzle of nerve pain in my shoulder while keeping any hint of pain off my face. Tonight was worth several days of extra meticulousness with my rehab exercises, even if my arm muscles also ached like I’d spent an hour in the Hammerheads’ conditioning room.
The movement made me more aware of our combined cum as the skin of our abs separated slightly. A part of me wantedto languish in this position, coated in our release, as tangible evidence of our intimacy.
My practical side knew I needed to get us clean so we wouldn’t regret the serious stickiness, which would be much more of a pain to deal with later.
Looking into Cade’s eyes, I recognized the loose post-orgasm endorphins relaxing all his features. I’d have put money on the odds that my face was a near-perfect copy of his.
But the slight worry line between his brows threatened the peacefulness settled on the rest of his body.
