His hands go to my arse, and I obey his cue, jumping up and wrapping my legs around him. His pubes are scratchy, and his cock slides against mine as he steadies me. We both groan, and he starts to walk, bumping into the odd wall as he’s distracted by our kisses. They’re frantic and laced with all the emotion we don’t need to shut away anymore. The thought of that freedom makes me as high as a kite on a windy day.
I don’t see anything of the house. There’s only him and the big bed he throws me onto. I bounce a few times, unable to stop myself laughing. I might never actually stop because the joy is bubbling up inside me as if I’ve inhaled champagne. He loves me back. The words repeat endlessly in my head.
Then he lies on me, and the laughter sinks into my bloodstream, sparkling as I wind my arms and legs tight around him. “Hello, you,” I say softly.
His smile is slow and easy. “Hello. Fancy meeting you here.”
He bends his head to kiss me, and I go under without any protest. There’ll be time enough for more words later. Now I need him. I want him on me and in me, and I don’t want to come up for air for a very long time.
I make an inarticulate noise of protest when he pulls away but then subside into the pillows as he kisses his way down my body. Gone is the slow, patient lover of past years, where it felt like he was doing everything to prolong our encounters. He’s fast and furious as he sucks bruises into my skin, using his fingers to soothe the pain afterwards. He bites my hipbones and rubs his stubble into the space where my groin meets my legs, and the pleasure is bright and white in my brain. Then he’s taking my cock into his mouth, and I arch up, shouting out into the quiet room. We’ve always been noisy in bed, and Ilovethat.
He doesn’t even try to tease me. Instead, he takes my dick down the back of his throat and swallows. The tugging makes my eyes cross, and he pops off long enough to say, “Pull my hair. Choke me.”
He spits on my cock and then strokes the liquid down my length. Then I’m back in his mouth, and he begins to bob, his lips stretched wide.
I trace his mouth with one finger and then card my hands into his hair as I shove to the back of his throat. He gags, and tears sparkle in his eyes, but there’s also approval and an incredible heat there.
His expression says keep going, so I do, pushing in, feeling his big hands on my hips, guiding me. I’m safe in the knowledge that he’ll stop me if he wants, so I let loose in the way I do only with him.
I feel pressure and force my eyes open to watch as he slides his finger into his mouth alongside my dick. Then he withdraws it, and I rise up so he can shove a pillow under my hips. He immediately runs his finger over and around my hole, tickling the opening.
The tip pops in, and the pinch is sharp and immediate, but it’s so hot and so good, and I arch into it, forcing his finger deeper. My feet are on his shoulders, my hips moving lewdly,and I watch, unable to turn away. He’s lying between my spread legs, his head bobbing up and down, and his chin wet with spit.
Then he crooks the finger, rubbing deliberately over my prostate, and I move even more, frantically chasing the sensation again and again.
I cry out crossly as he pulls out, but he looks up at me and says in a wrecked voice, “Lube? Do you have any on you?”
It seems to take an age until his words reach my brain, and then I shake my head.
“I’ll see what I can find.” He kisses me quickly. “Don’t come without me.”
“Then don’t take too much time.”
He laughs and vaults off the bed, vanishing out of the door on his lube quest. I lie back on the mattress. My body is humming with arousal, and I fist my cock, jerking myself gently but not enough to make me come as per his instructions. When he reappears, his eyes flare. “Look atyou,” he says approvingly. “Open your legs and show me.”
I oblige, and his face flushes as he looks at my hole. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes. He holds up a packet. “I’ve had to improvise.”
I look at it and start to laugh. “Butter? I’m not a crumpet.”
“If you were, you’d be the prettiest crumpet in the packet.”
“I’m not sure whether that’s wildly romantic or just weird.”
“Which gets you hotter?”
“Either. I’m a massive sexual pushover for you and I always have been.”
That earns me a kiss that’s both loving and exceedingly hot. It must be his superpower. Our lips separate, and he smiles at me. It’s very potent close up, and I tug him over me, winding my legs around him, savouring the heat and weight of him.
“I’m a pushover for you in all areas of life,” he says softly.
I kiss him, pouting when he pulls away again. “Where are you going?”
“We have a small problem.”
“Is it that you’re not inside me yet?”
He grimaces. “It could be connected. I haven’t got any condoms.”
