“Kitten,” he said, his back and shoulders tense as his ass pushed back against me.
“That’s it, grind against my hand. Imagine it’s my dick.”
“I don’t want to imagine it anymore,” he said, sounding frustrated and I took that as a good sign.
I played with his ass a little longer, admiring the view, while lubing up my dick. It was heavy and hot in my hand. I’d been fantasizing about this day for so long that I worried I’d finish too quickly. Like, immediately. I didn’t want to disappoint Cipher–I wanted it to be so good that he’d beg me for it again and again. I’d gotten better at lasting though. It wasn’t exactly prayerappropriate, but I did make a little request for longevity to the man upstairs.
“Private Perrin-Rogers,” Cipher warned, sounding so much like Captain Crenshaw that it made me laugh.
“Okay, tough guy, it’s coming, I promise. I just want to make sure you’re ready for it. You gotta ease up and relax for me, okay.”
“Yeah,” he said while tensing up even more.
I lubed him up again, then myself, pressing against his hole as I laid myself on top of him, my arms overlapping his on the bed while keeping my weight off him. I kissed his shoulder and his neck, leading up to his jaw.
“Kiss me,” I said, and he turned his head, giving me an aggressive, somewhat impatient kiss. When Cipher’s tongue was burrowed firmly inside my mouth, I made my first foray into his body. His tight little bud wouldn’t give way at first, so I pushed a little more, until he sucked me inside of him, just the tip. He was so tight around me that I gasped into his mouth. Better than a hand, better than a mouth even, this was where my cock was meant to be.
“That’s good,” I said. “Push out now so I can get deeper inside you.”
Cipher followed my command with a deep belly groan and I slowly closed the space between us, until I was so deep inside him I could feel the beat of his heart. I knew it’d feel good to top him, but I never could have imagined it’d feel this good.
“Okay?” I asked because we’d both gone silent, only the harsh pants of our breath filling up the quiet room.
“Yeah,” he said and pushed back slightly. “I think… I think I like it,” he said, sounding pleasantly surprised.
“I like it too,” I replied, the world’s biggest understatement, and kissed his shoulder. I moved my hips, driving my cock deeper inside him. Cipher arched upward and groaned inpleasure, the sound like a shot of adrenaline through my already amped-up body. I wanted to make him feel amazing, better than he’d ever felt before. Reaching one arm around him, I grabbed hold of his hips to anchor him to me, his legs braced just inside mine, so he didn’t have to work so hard. All he’d have to do was enjoy it.
“This good?” I asked as I began to move, rolling my hips a little at the end of my thrust to really drive my dick home. Gentle but steady, I was making him mine.
“Yeah, so good.” He dropped his head between his shoulders and panted.
I found the spot inside him that made him keen with pleasure and kept angling toward it, taking him higher and higher. He was so wonderful. It felt like a religious experience to have Cipher share himself with me in this way–this beautiful, capable body that had fought off countless Rabids and carried me to safety and constantly watched my back.
“I love your body,” I said. We were moving as one, same as when we’d fought Rabids or cooked dinner, how we breathed when we were lying in bed.
“I love you. I’d only do this for you. With you.”
“I know. You feel so good. I’m trying to make this last, but I don’t think I can for much longer. Are you close?”
“So close,” he said as if it were painful.
“I’ve got you. Let go now, Cipher. Show me how you fall apart.”
His beautiful back arched upward, and he let out a howl that sounded more animal than human. I reached underneath him and had only just wrapped my hand around his cock when I felt him tighten around me. His muscle milked me from the inside while his cum spilled over my fist. I stroked him through it, finding my own peak at the tail end of his pleasure.
And then I was cresting on a wave of euphoria so deep and so wide that it felt like I was flying. I’d never swam in the ocean, but I could imagine it felt just like this–weightless, free.
I cradled him to me, pushing inside as I released into the sweet clutch of his body. His muscles were probably tired from having to hold the position, so I grabbed him in a big bear hug and rolled us to the side, still half-hard and buried inside him.
“I don’t want to leave you,” I said.
“You don’t have to.”
Locked together in an endless embrace, this was how we were meant to be. I hated it when I finally slipped out of his body. Still, I gripped him tightly, unwilling to give him even an inch. I nuzzled the base of his neck, his buzz cut tickling my nose. Cipher had been so pissed when the military made us cut our hair. He’d petitioned Captain Crenshaw to have me excluded but she’d denied him, even after he pulled the remember-when-we-saved-your-asses card. She refused to show us special treatment, and I think Cipher secretly respected her more for it. And as it turned out, I didn’t have a lumpy head.
“How was your first time up the butt and around the corner?” I asked, trying to inject some humor into the gravity of the moment.
He laughed, his whole body shaking in my arms. “I can’t believe you.”
