He hovered over me, propped up on one elbow as his other hand traced patterns on my chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. “How long I’ve wanted you.”
“I think I have some idea.” I arched into his touch. “Because I’ve wanted you too, Stanton. So much.”
His lips crashed onto mine, the kiss deep and consuming. His warm hands skimmed along my sides, igniting sparks beneathmy skin. When his mouth left mine and joined the journey across my body, trailing hot kisses down my chest and abdomen, I let out a long sigh of pleasure.
Stanton’s lips blazed a trail of fire across my skin as he made his way lower, nipping and licking, savoring every inch of me. I’d never been with a guy with a beard, and it was deliciously scratchy against my sensitive skin.
When he reached the waistband of my briefs, he paused, looking up at me with a question in his eyes. I nodded, lifting my hips in silent permission.
With aching tenderness, he slid the fabric down my legs, leaving me bare before him. My cock sprang free, hard as iron and already leaking at the tip. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the pure adoration shining in Stanton’s eyes chased away any lingering hesitation.
“Oh, honey… You’re exquisite.” The reverence in his tone sent a shiver down my spine.
Under his intense gaze, I felt like a work of art—cherished, admired, treasured. No one had ever looked at me the way Stanton did, like I was the most precious thing in the world.
Before I could respond, he dipped his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh. I gasped, my fingers tangling in the sheets as pleasure sparked through my veins. Higher and higher he moved until his hot breath ghosted over my straining erection.
“Please,” I whimpered, hardly recognizing my own voice. “Stanton, please…”
Mercifully, he obliged, wrapping his lips around me and swallowing me down.
Stars burst behind my eyelids as Stanton’s mouth engulfed me. The wet heat was almost too much, the slide of his tongue pure bliss. I buried my fingers in his thick hair, not guiding, just anchoring myself as he took me apart with deliberate strokes.
“Oh god,” I gasped, my hips canting upward of their own accord. “Stanton…feels so good…”
He hummed around me in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through my body. His hands splayed across my hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the sensitive skin there as he worked me with lips and tongue.
Just when I thought I might combust from the intensity, Stanton released my cock.
I whimpered at the loss of contact, but he soothed me with a tender kiss on my hip. “Not yet, honey. I want to be inside you when you come.”
His words sent a bolt of pure need straight to my core. “I want that too. So much.”
Stanton reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer. The first press of his finger inside me drew a gasp from my throat. Stanton peppered kisses across my chest as he worked me open with painstaking care, murmuring words of praise.
“That’s it, honey. You’re doing so well…” Stanton added a second finger. “Just relax for me.”
I breathed deeply, willing my body to accept the stretch. The slight burn gave way to sparks of pleasure as Stanton crooked his fingers just so, brushing against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me.
“Oh!” I gasped, seeing stars. “Right there, please…”
Stanton chuckled, low and warm. “I’ve got you, honey. I’ll take care of you.”
And he did, working me open with tender patience until I was a writhing, desperate mess beneath him. By the time he eased three fingers into me, I was more than ready, my body craving his like I needed air.
“Please,” I begged, my voice wrecked. “I need you. I’m ready.”
Stanton placed a final, reverent kiss at the base of my cock before withdrawing his fingers. The crinkle of a foil packet, the slick sound of lube, and then he was there, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
With exquisite slowness, he pressed forward, breaching my body inch by glorious inch. I exhaled a shaky breath as he filled me, stretching me in the most delicious way. Stanton stilled when he was fully seated, giving me time to adjust.
I had never felt so complete, so wholly connected to another person. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes at the raw vulnerability of it all. Stanton brushed them away with the pad of his thumb, his touch unbearably tender.
I’d never felt so full, so complete. It was as if Stanton’s body was made to fit with mine, two puzzle pieces locking perfectly into place.
“Move,” I urged, canting my hips. “I won’t break.”
Stanton chuckled, the sound strained. “As you wish.”
