I swore loudly as the wet heat of his mouth enveloped my cock. I gripped the sheets in tight fists as I focused on staying still, on not pushing deeper in.
Fuck, he felt sogood.
I'd lived a long time, done a lot of things, but never had the simple act of being in someone's mouth brought me so close to a climax.
But that was because this wasn'tsomeone. This was Zamir. My mate.
His lips tightened around the head of my cock, and his tongue pressed against the head of my cock as his hand pumped my length, his other hand trailing up and down my thigh.
I grunted as he took me in deeper, and slid my left hand into his locks, my right still curled into the sheets. I tried not to hold him too tight, tried not to push deeper inside him, but it was a lost cause.
Zamir didn't seem to mind. In fact, he pressed back into my hand, as if asking me to take control, to move him the way I wanted to.
I blinked my eyes open and met his, and he nodded as much as he could manage, his dark eyes warm and needy.
I swallowed hard, then tightened my grip in his hair and took over. I didn't push too deep, but I moved his head over my cock as I shifted my leg between his. I pressed up, and he groaned around my length as I pressed my thigh into his hard cock.
Zamir rubbed himself against me as I fucked his mouth, and the scent of our desires filled the air, our groans and pants drowning out every other sound in the world.
My climax came out of nowhere, crashing into me as I held Zamir in place, as I spilled down his throat and filled him with my cum. His fingers dug into my hips as he swallowed every drop, his hips moving over my leg as he chased his own orgasm.
The moment my vision cleared, I grabbed his hips, flipped him onto his back, pulled his pants and underwear off, and lowered my mouth over his length. I took him deep, squeezing my throat around him as he shouted my name. His fingers sank into my hair, but he didn't try to control me. He held on as I moved over his length, as I teased him with my tongue. I hummed at his salty taste, and he whimpered, his fingers tightening in my hair.
"Fuck.Nolan," he whined, dragging out the second 'n,' and I tried not to feel too smug about the way his voice broke.
It wasn't long before he shouted my name and came, and I swallowed every drop of his cum, sucking on his length until he was drained.
He whimpered, and I pulled off his length, then covered his body with mine as I hovered over him and waited as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey," I murmured, and his lips curved up, his brown eyes hazy and wide.
"Hi," he whispered, and I smiled, then ducked down to kiss him.
The kiss was soft and gentle, and when I felt wisps of my life force slip from my mouth to his, I smiled.
"Was that okay?" he asked as soon as we parted, and I knew he wasn't talking about the sex.
"Yes, Zamir. You never have to ask," I assured him, and he gazed at me, as if he couldn't believe me.
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," I repeated, leaning down to kiss him again.
