Each time he kisses one of my wounds, it aches, and then tingles.
I’m dripping with precum already, and I gasp as he sinks to the floor completely and wraps his mouth around my length. His tongue licks at the head, and he takes as much of me in his mouth as he can.
“Ahh, fuck,” I moan. “Carm, yes…”
He sucks me slowly. So slow that it’s almost torturous, but my body tenses with each passing moment. As Carmine brings me closer and closer to my end.
Just when I think he’s going to blow me until I orgasm, Carmine pops his mouth off my length and slowly rubs his hands up my thighs.
“Can I…take you tonight?” he asks me.
I try to pull my head together enough to process what he means.
“You wanna fuck me?” I ask.
Carmine kisses the inside of my thigh.
“Please?” he practically begs me.
My ass quivers at the sound of his voice.
“You have no idea how badly I want your cock inside me, baby,” I tell him breathlessly.
In the darkness, I see his eyes light up with excitement.
“Turn around please,” he says. He’s not demanding but asking. Even in this moment, he seems to maintain his more submissive sexual nature. Wanting to please me, fuck me, but not dominate me.
I stand up from the bed, and then lay myself over the end of it, with my feet on the floor. Exposing my ass to him as I’m bend over. I press my face to the duvet, but my toes curl as Carmine spreads my ass and uses his fingers to push lube inside of me.
He leans down and kisses one of my cheeks, then bites it softly.
“Ah,” I moan, closing my eyes. Then his fingers are inside of me. One, two, three of them. Slowly thrusting and opening me up for him. Massaging at my prostate in perfect circles that make me bite my lip and grunt into the mattress.
“Is that good, Sir?” he asks me.
“Yes…ahh, fuck yes, baby,” I answer him, breathless already.
My hips push back against his hand, trying to get more of him inside of me, harder, faster. He moves so slow though.
“Look at you…so open for me,” he whispers. “So sexy.”
I can’t say anything coherent. Not as he pulls his fingers out of me and lines himself up with my hole.
I feel his cock fill me inch by inch. Stretching and sliding and pulsing. He’s not quite as big as me, and I’ve had bigger, but it doesn’t matter. He feels like he was made for me. Carmine’s dick throbs inside of me as he thrusts.
One. Two. Three.
Slow. Steady. Aching.
My length is trapped between my stomach and the bed and all I can do is curl my fingers into the blanket and moan.
“Yes…oh God, Carm. Fuck me!” I push my ass back against him harder, and the sound of the smack each time his hips collide with me is so hot that it makes my legs feel like jelly.
Carmine presses one hand to my ass and the other to the small of my back and thrusts harder. Not faster. Hard and slow.
Each massage of that sensitive spot inside of me brings me closer and closer.
“That’s it,” he groans out. “I can f-feel you, getting closer. You’re so tight.”
