I know you’re carrying a lot, Captain.I’m here to share it with you, not make it heavier.
I kiss his shoulder, then his neck.I hold him up with one arm and caress his back with the other.When he turns his head towards me, and I claim his mouth, taking his lips one by one, unhurriedly, to make him understand this is not a competition.We are not opponents; we are a team, fighting on the same side.
I massage his buttock with slow, gentle movements that make Jamie relax into my touch.I circle his opening, pressing my fingers on his sensitive spot; Jamie’s breath tears from his lungs as he grinds back against my hand.
“Yeah…” His voice roughens into a primal growl.“Fuck, yeah, Doctor.”
I push my fingers deeper as I bite at his mouth.His gasp breaks against my tongue, his body arching desperately back into my hand while my fingers work further in, stretching him
“Doctor…” Jamie’s voice fractures with need.“Doctor, please.”
I reach for the bottle of lube again, spreading it onto myself and letting it drip down the curve of his spine and between his cheeks; I caress his back and then grasp his buttock as I slowly push inside him, showing him with every inch that I’m here to make love to him and not just fuck him as he asked.
Jamie melts completely into my arms, his sighs breaking the quiet of my bedroom.I feel him open for me, and this time, it’s not just physical.
I go deeper, one step at a time.I make it clear to Jamie that I want to be inside him in every way possible and that I’m okay with everything, one day at a time, one minute at a time.
One breath at a time.
Nothing scares me, Captain.Whatever you’ve done, whatever you’re carrying, I’m here to carry it with you.
I breathe against Jamie’s neck as I push into him, my hand tracing his chest, my lips worshipping his skin.Jamie moves with me, not against me; he wants to feel me a little at a time, wants to let me in even though he is desperate for me to see him.He doesn’t object; we are playing side by side.
He leans forward and braces his hands on the headboard, but he doesn’t move away from me; he doesn’t seek distance.He wants me to follow his rhythm, to stay with him.I grip his hips and guide him over me in a sensual, almost magical dance, bodies and souls meeting for the first time and merging into a single entity.
He throws his head back and tenses when I push deeper, his breath coming fast and desperate; he wants more.
The Captain wants me — truly.
My hand moves up the warm, slick skin of his back, fingers pausing at the tense curve of his shoulder.He turns towards me, his face flushed, and I kiss him.His breath is salty with longing.I move deeper, each thrust more intense, sweat pooling where our bodies touch.
“Can you feel me?”I whisper, my words close to his ear as I push in, feeling his body shiver beneath me.
He nods, gasping quietly, his skin flushed and trembling under my hands.
“Keep feeling me.Feel everything.”
“Fuck,” he says between his teeth.“Harder, Doctor.”
I indulge him, sliding in and out of him; each time I come back to fill him, I go deeper.Jamie pushes his hips against me; he can’t take it anymore, and neither can I.He keeps one hand against the backboard to take my thrusts, while with the other, he begins to touch himself.
Seeing his statuesque body in my hands, feeling him tighten around my cock; hearing his choked breaths and moans, I quicken my pace, thrusting hard into his arse.I grab his hips and pull him towards me, sinking deep into him and taking him over the edge.
“Fuck, yes.Just like that…”
This is a demand I fully intend to satisfy.
I watch the curve of his back, his arse pressing against me; I hear his moans, his breathing growing laboured, and then the heat, rising from the tips of my toes, building into an orgasm that shakes me to the core and flows into him with such intensity that it empties me completely.
My head spins and my vision blurs.I can’t move or breathe, but I feel Jamie stiffen against me.
“Fuck, fuck…” he pants.
I embrace him from behind as I fill myself with his breath and moans, echoing in my ears and throughout my body, as he releases himself into his fist.
When I feel him slowly surrender, I let him lie on the bed.I stay inside him.I breathe warmly against his back, feeling his skin damp with sweat.He breathes against the sheets, his breath shallow and uneven, like he’s reaching for air he can’t quite find.
“Am I crushing you?”I ask.
