That. That funny, smooth, fleshy spot inside him that made his eyes fly shut and his hips jerk. His cock bobbed against his lower stomach, and I pressed my lips together hard to keep from grinning too triumphantly.
I massaged him there, working gently at first—little swirls of my fingertip before pushing deeper, dragging my finger between the curves of it until he was all but sobbing with need.
“Please,” he begged. “Roland, I need?—”
He made a tight, frustrated noise, like he didn’t quite know how to put words to what he needed. Didn’t matter; I intended to give it to him.
“Touch yourself,” I said. “I want to feel you come from inside.” He’d squeeze around my finger, milking every bit of pleasure from it as I got to watch just how he liked his pretty cock touched.
Desperate, he gripped his shaft and pulled his fist up to the head with a twist, but that was as far as he made it before he shook his head.
“I want to feelyoufrom inside,” he insisted, rocking his hips up off the mattress. “Please, Roland?”
How could I say no to that? How could I say no to anything, with myhusbandspread naked beneath me?
Overeager, I nodded. ”Just—Just give me a second.”
Wanting to please him, I’d ignored my own erection, but it was straining and hard as I’d ever felt when I spread oil liberally from root to tip.
I’d meant to please him first, to prove myself or—or?—
It didn’t matter, because staring into his eyes, I was lost.
Holding my cock, I positioned it with the tip pressing against his rim. The sound that came out of him was unholy, and I bit the edges of my tongue to muffle my own moan.
I pushed in, watching between us as my fat tip stretched him wider, the way his ass had flushed all around his hole from my teasing.
He’d gone soft back there, but still, he gasped and I froze.
“Does it hurt?”
He shook his head quickly. “No, it’s—it feels tight. Really... full.”
“It’s not even half in.”
“Doesn’t hurt,” he assured me.
A flex worked through his dick again, and he took a deep breath low into his belly. I felt it when he relaxed his legs, and his hole with it.
Somehow, he was pressing down on me, inviting me in, so I pushed forward. His body was tight and hot, squeezing me in a way that made me forget to breathe. When I bottomed out, I held myself still, overcome by—bythis.
It felt so fucking good to be inside him, like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I’d never been a man of faith, but a strange reverence came over me as I stared down at his face.
He’d shut his eyes. His eyelids were pale, with a soft golden shimmer he’d thought to smear across his skin for our wedding. His lips were flushed deep pink and slightly parted, his breath warm and still sweet from the wine we’d sipped earlier.
I leaned in to kiss him and slipped my tongue between his lips, which parted like a perfectly ripe peach.
We kissed like that until he whimpered and heel hooked around the back of my thigh. Without any conscious choice on my part, we fell into slow movements, rocking together. I flexed my hips, pushing as deep as I could, determined to bury myself inside him. That was where I belonged now.
Pulling out, that ring of muscle dragged over my cock’s head in a way that—fuck, I wasn’t going to last like this.
I thrust back in, and his eyes flew open in shock, but the smile that followed—that looked like delight to me.
We set a pace together, me pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth to keep myself together. I wanted him close. Shit, I meant to make him come first, but how was I going to manage that when his body was a blissful squeeze around me—my cock, my heart, didn’t matter. He carried me to heights I’d never imagined.
“Roland,” he whined, his eyelids fluttering half shut even as he fought to keep his gaze on me.
It undid me. I drove into him, and my cock pulsed. Over and over in rolling waves, I came. His body surrendered to it, his cry rising to match mine as if he could feel my pleasure as his own.
