A raspy chuckle leaves me, and not just because of his joke.
If he thinks I’d ever fuck him without getting him to come, he’s sorely mistaken. And if this first time is anything to go off of, we’re gonna be testing just how quick of a refractory period he has.
My palms skate over his smooth skin, first taking in every inch of his body, mapping and committing it to memory, before finding his cock. The full length of him glides through my fist with ease as I stroke him in time with his thrusts, every little drop of his hips sending more sparks shooting through myextremities. From the way his teeth bite into his lip while he moves over my length, I can tell he’s in the same boat—already struggling to hold his release at bay.
But I don’t want him holding back.
I wanna feel every ounce of his pleasure right alongside my own—watch as he falls apart on my cock while it’s deep inside him. And more than anything, I want him clinging to me after it’s over, every atom of our bodies melted together in a puddle of bliss.
I roll my palm over his tip, paying plenty of attention to his crown—to the little bundle of nerves beneath it that never fails to make him leak even more. His head falls back in pleasure from my ministrations while his hips arch forward, seeking more friction.
“God, that feels so good.Youfeel so fucking good.”
Spurred on by his words, I continue lavishing his cock with attention while his pace quickens, riding me a bit faster now, driving us both up the mountain toward the edge of impending bliss and ready to jump off the cliff into ecstasy.
Releasing him, my hands grip his thighs, tightening there as I start meeting his movements with thrusts of my own, fucking up into him with every drop of his hips. Soft pants fall from his parted lips, and the hand not pressing on my chest takes over where I left off, wrapping around his dick and stroking.
“Oh, fuck. Baby, I…I—”
His incoherent babbling cuts off as I peg his prostate on an upward thrust, his expression shifting into a euphoric state: lips parted in pleasure, and hazy-eyed with lust. Pants and moans escape his sinful mouth as I drive into him, wanting nothing more than to see the look on his face when he finally falls apart.
And I can’t take it anymore.
Can’t wait another second to feel him clenching and pulsing around me, so I sit up, slide an arm around his lower back,and quickly flip our positions. Still seated inside him, I lose all control, my hips snapping forward at a frenzied pace. Fucking him harder.
Faster. Deeper.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. “Right there, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
As if I could fucking ever.
His hand moves at a frantic speed over his cock, bringing himself closer and closer to release with every stroke. More indecent sounds spill from his lips, and I lean forward, capturing them and swallowing the noises down with greed and hunger.
The new angle must change things for him—hitting in just the right spot—because his cries and moans become more pronounced, more carnal, ripping from his chest as I slam my hips forward with every thrust. They send my own need into overdrive, my hips pistoning into him relentlessly now. Brutally, driven by nothing more than primal need.
“Cam. I…I—”
“Come for me, Lo. Let me feel you,” I plead, imploring him with my gaze. “I’m not gonna last much—”
I don’t even get the words out before he lets out a guttural moan unlike anything I’ve heard before, but is sure to remain locked in my memory for the rest of my life. His ass squeezes around me as he comes, his release bursting from him, pooling on his chest as he strokes himself through his orgasm.
And the clamping, pulsing heat of his body is exactly what I needed to fall over the edge after him.
My climax takes hold of me, drawing a long, low groan from my chest as my pace falters, and I hold myself buried to the hilt. I almost collapse on him from the pleasure flowing down my spine like white-hot lava, barely able to hold my weight up on my forearms as I empty inside him.
He uses my proximity to his advantage, slipping a hand intomy hair and taking possession of my mouth while I fill him with cum, claiming me as much as I am him. And even after I’m fully wrung dry, I don’t move. Don’t pull out. Don’t do anything but keep kissing him. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, his lips and tongue melding with mine in a way that’s shifted from passionate need into something more leisurely and sweet.
Like neither of us can get enough of the other.
But when the sweat clinging to my back begins to cool, making me shiver, I finally find the strength to pull back just enough to see his face. He’s still flushed from the orgasm high, bringing out the freckles dotting the apples of his cheeks, and his hair is a mess, damp with sweat and sticking up in all directions.
Shifting my weight to one arm, I brush some of the strands off his forehead, carefully checking him over.
“You okay?” I whisper. “I know I got a little rough there at the end.”
“A little?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone.
I let out a breathy laugh before brushing a kiss to his nose. “Okay, or a lot.”
