His soft warm lips that taste so sweet and fit against mine like we’re marble statues made for each other. Slightly salty, like his sweat. The taste and smell of him surrounds me more than anything else.
I draw him in closer and kiss him back deeply. His tongue finds mine the second I part my lips, and I can tell that this is no soft slow lovemaking session he’s going for.
Both of us are pent up and so incredibly relieved at the same time.
I let him drag me into the kitchen, one of the nearest rooms besides the living room. Alessio pushes me against the edge ofthe counter as he runs his hands down my chest and slips his hands under my shirt.
My cock is already swelling in my jeans, feeling his hands against my bare chest only makes it pulse needily.
Every inch of me is ready for him right now.
“You don’t want to go to the bedroom?” I ask him breathlessly as he breaks the kiss to pull my shirt off over my head.
“No,” he pants out. “I want you here. Now.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I reach down and unzip my jeans before pushing them down while he’s kissing and nipping at my shoulder.
“You have me,” I tell him.
Alessio unzips his own jeans and they fall to the floor. He presses his body against mine, our hips not quite aligned while standing, but enough that we can grind against each other.
“You’re here…you’re alive…you’re mine,” he growls the last word out possessively.
I moan and roll my hips against his harder. My body fills with heat that makes me feel like my skin is on fire, and it feels so good. The burn of arousal from my head to my feet, and my aching dick sandwiched against him.
“Yours,” I agree.
Suddenly Alessio turns me around and bends me over the island countertop.
As he does this, the power flickers from the wind outside.
He pulls down my boxers and I step out of them. A second later Alessio is crouching down and spreading my cheeks, licking at my asshole. Every move is so hasty that I can hardly process what’s happening until I’m feeling his warm, wet tongue against the ring of my hole and I’m planting my elbows on the counter for stability.
“Ahh, fuck me,” I gasp.
My hard-on hangs underneath me wobbling and dripping with precum already.
Alessio smacks my ass hard as he eats me out. I grunt and moan out his name and three illegible words that I didn’t quite mean to say anyway.
The lights continue to flicker but neither of us seem to pay any mind to it.
I’m too busy having my ass tongued by Alessio.
“Just like that,” I praise him.
Until he stops all at once and I’m left a panting, squirming mess.
“Mmm, why did you…?” I stop mid question when I hear the lid of something unscrewing. I can faintly smell it.
Coconut oil.
My dick throbs as I realize what he’s about to do, and sure enough, I feel two of his fingers push inside of me, thrusting in and out quick and rough. There’s no pain, only pleasure.
Only the perfect pressure against my prostate that makes my length drip with precum onto the floor.
“Need you now,” he pants out. His fingers stretch me as he curls his fingers back and forth.
