“Fuckyesss, Ivory, baby, I’m coming in you…”
“Come in me, sweet baby,” I beg, hoarse andgreedyfor it. “Nice anddeep… please.”
“Mmmfuck, Diablo!”
And then I feel it. I feel the warmth hitting me inside, and it’s too much for my loins to bear. Another hearty pulse of cum spurts from my cock, and I croak.
“Ohh… my…fucking…”
I black out.
Literally, I have no recollection of how we got here, but at least several minutes have passed by the time we both seem to come to.
We wind up on our sides, him still inside me, though as he softens, I can feel cum leaking out. But I don’t give a single fuck.
This moment with him is too profound to sever the connection.
We’re kissing for a while, slow leisurely sucks and nips, tongues playing like our fingers as we touch all over. When we eventually stop because our mouths are going numb, we just stare at each other, the pale glow of early dawn peeking through the balcony window.
“Have you ever topped before,” I ask Angel with his head tucked against my chest and my fingers in his hair. “I mean… that couldn’t have been your first time.”
“I’ve only done it twice before,” he tells me. “And trust me, it was nothing like that.” He huffs, and I purse down the crazy grin. “Have you bottomed?”
“No…” I mumble, reluctantly, because I know this is going to get him all excited.
And sure enough he starts wiggling.
“Ooh,Papi, I got to be your first!” He’s shimmying, and I can’t stop laughing.
“Pull out,” I grumble. “There’s no point, I’m gonna have to change this comforter anyway.”
“Who the hell gets grouchy after such a spectacular orgasm?” He snickers.
I shake my head admonishingly. “I’m not grouchy, I’m just… annoyed.” I’m pouting as he blinks at me, and I roll my eyes. “That I didn’t get to be your first.”
He stares at me for a moment, a flash of serious in his green eyes. “I told you, Iwantedyou to be my first. Isn’t that better? Everyone I had sex with who wasn’t you I wished was…”
Those words, in that tone, from that perfectly stunning face, have me reeling.
What is this…?
Is this real? How could it be?
I don’t do this. I don’t… get to have this.
I never thought my obsession with getting him back would lead tothis…
Such a powerful connection, so much more than just possession or mind-blowing sex. If anything, the sex is a conduit to the rest of this black magic.
Taking him by the jaw, I kiss him softly, and murmur. “Wanna take a shower?”
He grins and nods, animatedly. And we drag our sore bodies up and into the en suite. The shower starts out intimate, sensual as we wash each other slowly, taking our time with soft touching in exploration. But as it does, the attraction takes over, and when I’m hard enough, lift him up, with his legs around my waist. I slide inside him, and fuck him slowly, face to face, because now that we’ve done it this way, I think I always want to look in his eyes, and kiss his lips while we’re in one another.
“Baby, you feel like mine,” I grunt, one palm on the tile, and the other on his ass, holding him up.
“Because I… uhh, I am,” he gasps, touching my wet flesh.
It only takes about ten minutes of filthy talking slippery sex before I’m coming in him.
