“Mm, you know I love it when you speak my language.”
“Even when I call you killer?”
“Especiallywhen you call me that.”
He shakes his head, but his smile is wide. “Show me how much you like it.”
I grunt, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube that never makes it back inside the drawer.
“I’ll never get tired of fucking you,” I mutter while pouring lube over my fingers and moving them between his legs. “Your hole is so tight and greedy, and all mine.”
“All yours,” he moans.
Thankfully, he’s still pretty soft from when we fucked last night, so I don’t have to work too hard to get him ready. Within minutes, I’m sliding inside him, both of us moaning from the sensation and the way his body always clenches around my cock.
“Fuck, Wraith,” Pax moans, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling our mouths together again.
I pump inside him, completely lost in the sensation. He feels like he was fucking custom made for me, and I meant what I said. I could never get sick of this.
When we break the kiss, I press our foreheads together, finding the perfect pace to unravel him, our lips sliding together in clumsy kisses as we share panting breaths.
“Fuck, I love your cock,” Pax whispers, nipping my bottom lip. “I love your body. I love everything about you.”
“Love you back,” I moan, snapping my hips and angling my thrusts to hit his prostate. I know I’ve found it when he arches his back and cries out. “That’s it, beautiful. Let yourself go. You can fall. I’ve got you.”
Pax grips the back of my neck, holding our mouths together. “Are you gonna come inside me?”
I nod, gazing down at him as best I can. “Fuck yeah. Areyougonna come?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Mm, yeah it is.”
I slide my hand down his body and hook it under his knee, increasing my angle and depth. Pax cries out, wildly rubbing his cock against my stomach, his fingers digging into my hips.
He’s close, falling apart beautifully in my hands, and when he comes, arching his back and whimpering my name, I fall over the edge with him, drifting on a cloud of pure pleasure, unable to catch my breath as I inhale him.
The orgasm lasts for what feels like forever, deeper and longer than any we’ve had in a long time. Possibly ever.
I slump against him, hot, sticky, sweaty, and completely head over heels in love with him. His hands tangle in my hair as he kisses my sweaty neck.
“Fuck, Wraith. Sex is so amazing with you.”
“Because we were meant for each other.”
I feel him nod against my shoulder. “We really were.”
“Should we shower?”
“I don’t think I can move yet.”
Chuckling, I nod. “Same, actually.”
“Let’s just lie here for a little while,” Pax says softly. “I love how your weight feels on top of me, your scent in my nose, the silky softness of your hair, your cock still twitching inside me.”
“Not for long.”
“I like that part too. I love feeling your cum drip out of me. So fucking hot.”
