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“Okay…okay,” he replied as he stopped stroking himself. With one dry hand and one lubed one, he gripped my thighs and tipped my ass up to get a closer view. I was fully exposed and waited to see what he planned to do next.

I sucked in a quick breath as I felt his tongue lap at my hole. I fucking loved being rimmed, and I knew from experience it helped open me up faster. He kissed and nibbled at my pucker, eventually driving his tongue in. I writhed in ecstasy at his rimming skills, my moans loud and continuous. As he tongue-fucked me, I pumped my hips in rhythm to his probing. Then he ran his chin over my hole so I could feel the stubble. Between the soft feel of his tongue and the sudden contrast of the texture of his beard, I was so ready to get fucked.

Jonesy hummed and moaned as he feasted, his grunts and moans matching mine. He finally pulled back, and I watched him wipe the excess saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled, knowing what he was doing was giving me intense pleasure.

He added more lube to his fingers, and I felt him circle my hole, coaxing a finger in and out. I was growing impatient and did my best to drive against his teasing. “Put it in me already,” I growled as I reached for my cock to stroke it. He slapped my hand away.

“Nope. That’s mine while I fuck you. Just reach up and hold on.”

I did as he instructed, grasping the horizontal metal bar of the headboard. In the past, we’d use it to tie each other up depending on who played the Dom. Sometimes I topped him, and I was glad we were pretty equal in that regard. But tonight I wanted him to own me. I wanted his power driven deep inside me.

With one finger, he found my prostate and gave it a few loving strokes. “Ahhh…fuck,” I cried out. “Add another finger.”

“Anxious and bossy,” he said with a teasing frown. “I don’t want to hurt you, so let me set the pace.”

I huffed as I wriggled my hips against his hand. He snickered, pulled out, and then added a second finger, twisting them back and forth. My breath hitched as he scissored them, driving them deeper. “Ohhh, yes…right there,” I moaned when he fluttered his fingertips against my prostate. The sensation made me curl my toes, and before I realized it, he’d added a third finger to the mix.

His slow, even pumps in and out of my ass had me bucking into his hand. “I’m ready. Please, baby…I need your cock,” I pleaded.

After he felt he’d prepped me long enough, he pulled his fingers out and resumed stroking his dick. Adding more lube to my willing hole, knowing more was better for my comfort, he lined the head of his cock against my entrance and slowly pushed forward.

We hadn’t used condoms for two years since we were exclusive. I also hated that latex barrier between us. Plus, with his size, skin-to-skin made it easier.

“Ahhhh…fuck,” I cried out, feeling the enormity of his cock. He waited for my wincing to subside.

“I’ve got you, babe. Just take a few deep breaths. Don’t hold it,” he coached, holding still with only the head of his cock inside me. I pulled my hands away from the headboard and clenched the sheets, hoping not to rip them.

I breathed in and out and bore down to allow him easier access. It worked as he slid another inch inside. It was a lot, but with gentle pushes, he finally slid home and let out a satisfying groan.

“Oh, fuck…you’re so fucking tight,” he said, focusing his gaze on mine.

We were sweating with the effort it took, but it was worth it. His skin was glistening, and I took in the sight of my tough detective, breathing heavily with lust and desire.

“I need you to move, baby,” I said. “I wanna see you dick me down.”

“Grab the headboard,” he ordered, and I did. He leaned over me, kissing me with abandon as he slowly pumped his hips. My moans were smothered by his lips and tongue. He moved back, staying on his knees as he grabbed my cock and stroked me in tandem with his thrusts. I noticed him watching my cock, and he licked his lips as he stared at it.

With his height and flexibility, he bent over my cock and took the head in his mouth. He wasn’t able to take me down fully, but the sight of him fucking and sucking at the same time was almost too much.

He popped off my cock. “Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked with a lustful grin.

“God, yes, but you know I love to watch your length drive into me. Facing you is my favorite position,” I grunted, watching his thick shaft appear and disappear.

“Hold tight and watch the show then,” he replied as he picked up his rhythm and began to pound me. He had the angle just right, and his cock hit my nerve bundle with each thrust. He continued to jack my cock as he fucked me, and suddenly I was on the edge.

“I’m about to come,” I said, feeling that tingle rise up my spine.

“Me too,” he said, sweat running down his forehead.

I felt claimed and desperately wanted his load to mark my insides. “Oh, God…I’m coming!” I cried out, howling with pleasure, my eyes rolling back, and my head tipping back into the pillow. I felt the warm splatter of cum hit my stomach as he continued to jack me. I looked at him just in time to see his face contort with bliss, and as he unloaded inside me, I swore I could feel the impact of his spurts.

Jonesy dropped on top of me, breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm. I wrapped my arms around him and felt the slickness of sweat on his dark skin, and I kissed the tender area of his neck and shoulder as I regained my composure. He stayed inside me, not moving. I loved the post-orgasmic moment, both of us satisfied and loving each other’s bodies. It was the ultimate connection.

He lifted his head and kissed my mouth, tender and sweet this time. Neither of us spoke. I felt a tear slide from the corner of my eye, and I closed them to savor the moment. The time after our lovemaking often made me emotional. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly how I felt, but maybe it was because of what he’d gone through, or maybe it was him letting loose with his passionate affection, which I craved so much.

Jonesy slowly rolled onto his back beside me. I turned my head toward him, and he saw the salty trail the tear had left. “Are you okay?” he asked, wiping the streak from my temple with his thumb.

I could only nod and think how much I loved the man.