But I focused on him, his beautiful brown eyes and the way he looked at me as if I were his whole world and braced myself.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he had no choice but to push deeper inside me. To fuck me harder. Take me faster. He slid in and out of me, a low growl hanging from his lips just as it was from mine. I could feel my hole gaping every time he pulled out, gaping and greedy for more of him. More of his cock. More of his loving touch.
He thrusted into me over and over again until sweat beaded his forehead. His breath hitched. His lips parted and closed. He was a desperate man. Probably as desperate as me. And I’d caused that. I’d done that to him. I liked that.
“Come, Samir. Come for me, baby,” I begged.
“I’m close,” he whispered, and a drop of his sweat fell on my chest, making me groan.
I bucked my hips and pulled him down to me. I touched my forehead to his, feeling his sweat dripping down my own face. I bit his lips, feeling every grunt and every pant he let out.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me, my Samir. Do it now. Come inside me. It’s okay. Do it,” I whispered.
He stilled for a moment, then another, and then his whole body convulsed, his eyes rolled back, and he pushed all the way inside me.
Heat pooled inside me. Heat and desire all mixed into one, and I let go too. I’d been holding on for far too long, so I let go.
I finally let go.
28.Samir
Icollapsed on him, my muscles, my body, and my soul were too weak to support myself, but my heart was full. My stomach felt sticky on impact and the thought of his cum between us made my cock pulse inside Cole.
I’d never felt like this. I’d imagined it. I’d wished for it, but I’d never experienced this level of completion. This much pleasure or desire was beyond my wildest dreams.
So of course I needed more. I needed more of this and that and the other. I wanted to try things. To experiment. To explore all my body and Cole’s had to offer.
I kissed him, and he kissed me back. His hands gripped either side of my face, and he deepened our connection, licking, sucking, tasting every which way. Then he sent them off down my body. He caressed my neck, rubbed circles around my muscles, traced my shoulder blades and the small of my back. Goosebumps flooded my body with every move and every touch.
When he reached my ass, he squeezed me, massaged me, and pressed his fingers between my ass cheeks. He held me closer to him, tighter in his embrace, and I pulsed again.
A moan escaped my lips, and he trapped it in his. A rush of something, maybe adrenaline, maybe testosterone, maybe endorphins, whatever it was coursed through me and put me right back on edge.
I bucked my hips, grounded against him, pushed inside him. Even though I’d only just come, I could feel myself go hard again. It hadn’t happened to me before, and I embraced the new sensation despite not knowing if I could come again so quickly.
And Cole, too, even though he’d shot his load moments ago, was still hard. I could feel his stiff cock throb against my stomach, which only fed my desire.
“Fuck, Samir. You’re so hot.Thisis so hot,” he mumbled against my mouth, and my only way of agreeing was by groaning.
It made Cole let out a big sigh that turned into a moan right at the end, and he slid his hands between us. He put a finger on either side of the base of my cock and stroked me gently a couple of times before pushing me out of him completely.
I would complain about the disruption, but he wrapped me in his hand instead and started to jerk me off in a slow, steady rhythm before he pulled me out of him and continued to stroke me, keeping me securely within the safe limits between softness and absolution.
Before I could get too comfortable in this position, he shoved me back onto the mattress, and he climbed on top of me, planting kisses on my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, my lips and continued down to my neck and chest. He slipped his tongue out when hegot to my stomach and licked some of his own cum before he got to my cock, slick with my own load.
Without hesitation, he put his mouth around my pink, throbbing crown and looked up at me as he slid me down his throat, more and more of me with each stroke.
“Fuck, Cole!” I grunted, and my stomach filled with air and restraint.
Restraint that was necessary if I was to experience this… all of this to its full glory.
Porn, fantasy, my own hand,nothingcompared to this. To being sucked off by the most gorgeous man that looked at me as if I were his whole world, his idol, his one true desire. Nothing compared to a pair of pink lips trapping my cock in a tight prison I didn’t want to escape from. Nothing compared to seeing his cheeks hollow out with every breath, every deepening of our connection, or to having a pair of gorgeous eyes stare right back at me as they gave me the biggest pleasure I’d ever experienced.
“Hmm, Cole, don’t. I… I’m…” I started, but I couldn’t quite finish my train of thought.
It was impossible to string two words together when he looked so good down there between my legs, when he was making me feel so good it was beyond real.
I put my hands on the top of his head, but I didn’t guide him. He knew what he was doing better than I did. I just held him, held onto him, and braced myself.
