“I mean it,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. “I’m clean. I know you are. I want… I want to feel you. All of you. No barriers.”
Cal swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat working. “You sure? There’s no going back after that.”
“I’m sure,” I begged, pulling uselessly at the belt binding my wrists. “Please, Cal. I need you inside me. Skin to skin.”
“Fuck,” Cal groaned, a low, animalistic sound. “Beg me for it, Si.”
“Please,” I whined, my hips lifting, seeking him. “Please put your cock inside me. Please, Cal. Cum inside me.”
Caldidn’t wait another second. He lined himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I locked eyes with him.
He pushed in.
God.
It was different. It was shockingly, beautifully different. Without the latex, the sensation was electric. I felt every part of him, the texture, the ridge of him sliding directly against my insides. It felt raw. It felt like he was rearranging my soul, claiming parts of me I didn’t know existed.
“Fuck,” I gasped, a tear leaking from my eye at the sheer intensity of it.
“You feel…” Cal gritted his teeth, veins popping in his neck as he sank all the way in. “Fuck, baby. You feel unbelievable. You’re gripping me so tight.”
Every thrust was a declaration. And every move was incredible, skin dragging against skin, slick and agonizingly perfect. I whined high in my throat, straining against the belt.
“Cal! Please!”
“I’ve got you,” he panted, leaning down to bite the junction of my neck and shoulder.
He picked up the pace, the slap of skin against ass filling the room. He was hitting me deep, hitting my prostate in a way that made my toes curl. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to see him. I needed to be closer.
“Untie me,” I gasped, tugging at the leather. “Cal, let me go.”
He paused, breathing hard, his hips still grinding against mine. “Why?”
“I want to ride you,” I confessed, my voice wrecked. “I want to look at you when you cum inside of me. I need to see your face.”
Cal undid the belt with fumbling, desperate fingers. As soon as I was free, I grabbed his shoulders and flipped us, straddling his hips. I sank down onto him, taking his cock deeper than before, feeling it bottom out inside me.
Cal threw his head back against the pillow, a groan ripping from his throat.
“Christ, Silas. You take it so deep.”
I set the rhythm, grinding down on him, watching his face twist in pleasure. I rode him hard, leaning forward to kiss him, our sweat mingling. It was messy and desperate and the most intimate thing I had ever done.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, his hands bruising on my hips, helping me drive down.
I screamed his name, my body seizing as the orgasm ripped through me. Cal followed me instantly, his hips bucking up off the mattress as he poured himself inside me. The feeling of him spilling inside of me, filling me up with his warmth, dragging me over the edge with him, broke me completely.
We lay there for a long time, me collapsed on top of his chest, our hearts hammering against each other in sync. He didn’t pull out, staying connected, keeping me close, his hand stroking up and down my spine.
Eventually, we cleaned up and curled back into the sheets. Cal pulled me against him, his arm heavy over my waist like a shield.
Minutes later, his breathing evened out. He was asleep.
The room was quiet, save for the hum of the heater and the wind outside. I carefully turned in his arms to face him. The moonlight washed over his features, making him look younger, softer.
