"Fuck," Zamir murmured with a shake of his head, and I chuckled.
I sat up, and he whined in protest until I reached for his pants. He arched his hips, and I quickly pulled his pants and underwear off, then removed my own, throwing all the clothes over the side of the bed.
I grabbed a bottle of lube before moving between Zamir's legs, and his eyes slid from me to the lube, then darkened. I raised a brow at him, and he nodded quickly. I wasn't sure he understood exactly what I was asking, but he would in a minute.
After kissing him once more, I poured some lube on my fingers, then reached behind me as Zamir's eyes widened.
"What?" he mumbled, then shook his head. "Wait, stop!"
Shit, maybe I should've used my words.
I pulled my hand away from myself instantly, my fingers curling into a fist. "Sorry. I should've asked."
Zamir shook his head, then sat up. He moved back a little, and I swallowed hard. Had I completely turned him off?
Over the centuries, I'd been with quite a few people, and while I'd topped and bottomed—and enjoyed both—more often than not, they expected that because I was older and stronger, I must top. I'd assumed that wouldn't be the case here since we were mates, but maybe I was wrong?
Before I could apologize for making assumptions, Zamir took the bottle of lube from my hand. "Turn around," he said, voice soft, and I blinked, then did as he'd asked.
He pressed his palm between my shoulder blades, pushing gently, and I leaned forward, bracing myself on my hands and knees as I understood what he wanted.
His hands moved to my ass, and he parted my cheeks before I felt his tongue against my entrance. I sucked in a sharp breath, and he bit my right ass cheek before the tip of his tongue pushed into me, wet and hot. I groaned as I pressed my face into my shoulder, as he slid deeper inside me before pulling back.
Zamir fucked me with his tongue, and my fingers curled into the sheets as sparks of pleasure raced up and down my spine.
"Zamir," I warned, and a soft laugh escaped his lips, his breath washing over my wet, heated hole. His tongue slid out, and he licked over my hole one last time before the heat of him disappeared for a moment.
I hung there, panting softly, but it wasn't long before his slick finger pushed inside me with ease, and I groaned as I pushed back into his digit, fucking myself on it.
"More," I demanded, and Zamir chuckled but complied, adding another finger to my hole. I moaned as he stretched me, as his fingers moved in and out of me, and before long, I was ready for another finger.
It only took a couple of minutes before I decided I was ready for his cock, but instead of saying anything, I pulled myself offhis fingers, then turned around. I pushed him until he was flat on his back, then straddled his hips as he watched me with wide, heated eyes.
I raised a brow at him, and he nodded quickly. I grabbed his length, and lowered myself on it, sucking in a breath as he breached me, as his thick cock spread me open and filled me.
"Fuck," Zamir gasped as he reached up to grab my hips, and I grunted, agreeing with him wholeheartedly as I bottomed out.
Zamir felt so fucking good inside me. His cock was hard and hot and fit just right. He fit like he belonged there, like we were made for this.
