red.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready.” I stretched to kiss him. I could feel his heart thumping under my palm.
“That really what you want?” Cupping my face, he gazed into my eyes like he expected to find deception there.
“I’m dying to feel you in me, but I can be patient. Whenever you’re ready.”
He inhaled sharply, his eyes going hotter. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t repelled by the notion. I rolled so I was more on top of him and could kiss him easier. Nipping at his lips, I let the kiss build slowly, licking my way into his mouth, sucking on each lip in turn. This was more than enough, and I tried to tell him that in my kiss. Frot and oral and David could make me a happy guy for a long, long time.
“I want you,” he whispered as he pulled back. “But I . . . uh . . . don’t have condoms.”
“I do.” I scampered off the bed before he could change his mind and retrieved my wallet from my pants. I’d come prepared. Hope and hard-up dick sprang eternal. By the time I got back to the bed, David had retrieved a bottle of lube from his nightstand. The idea of him beating off with a slick fist had my blood rushing to my already painfully hard dick. Condom in hand, I straddled his waist.
“How do you like it?” he said against my jaw. “Want it to be good for you.”
God, he was sweet. “You on top.”
Not that I was adverse to playing cowboy, but I really wanted to be surrounded by David, to feel him straining above me, to grab his shoulders and pull him close like I was never letting him go. For once in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted, and it was him.
“Show me what you like.” He grabbed the lube with one hand and my hand with the other. His near reluctance worked like an odd aphrodisiac for me, made me more assertive than usual. Raising one leg up, I worked some lube around my rim.
David’s eyes never left me as he knelt in front of me. He watched me for a few seconds, then his finger joined mine. “This okay?”
“ Yesss .” My breath whooshed out as the tip of his finger penetrated me. Together we worked me open, and I had to keep reminding myself not to hold my breath. This strange, intimate space made me afraid to breathe lest I disturb this beautiful new landscape we were charting together.
“Now?” he asked, his hand trembling as he withdrew it.
“ Please . Want you.”
His thighs were tight against mine and I could feel the tension in his muscles as he slowly pressed forward.
“Don’t . . . want . . . to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I breathed around the tight pinch, trying not to let it show on my face. David’s expression was so earnest, eyes wide, mouth open—like it would kill him to stop, but he’d do it in an instant for me.
It wasn’t my body he was at risk of hurting; it was my heart. It felt like my heart beat in time with his thrusts. Beat for him. Like he was my sole reason for existing right then.
The rub against my gland was exquisite; David’s thrusts found the right angle effortlessly. Everything about the fuck was fluid—his motions, our kisses, my hands running up and down his back.
Sweat pooled between us and our breath came in synchronized pants, both of us pushing toward release even as we tried to make it last. We didn’t need words or even eye contact; our bodies followed each other like this was a dance they’d long since memorized. I reached for my cock at the same instant he did, and David laced our hands together so that we both stroked me off. The pull of our hands, the pressure of him slamming against my gland; it was all too much.
“Ooooh. Fuck.” I came in thick ropes that squished between our fingers. I was still shuddering when David’s hips stuttered, pushing deep a final time as he came too.
“ Robby. ” Head thrown back, his face scrunched up, he gave a helpless shout. The sight was so intensely erotic that it made my cock pulse again, made a deep aftershock wave pass through me, the afterburn of my
“It’s okay if you’re not ready.” I stretched to kiss him. I could feel his heart thumping under my palm.
“That really what you want?” Cupping my face, he gazed into my eyes like he expected to find deception there.
“I’m dying to feel you in me, but I can be patient. Whenever you’re ready.”
He inhaled sharply, his eyes going hotter. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t repelled by the notion. I rolled so I was more on top of him and could kiss him easier. Nipping at his lips, I let the kiss build slowly, licking my way into his mouth, sucking on each lip in turn. This was more than enough, and I tried to tell him that in my kiss. Frot and oral and David could make me a happy guy for a long, long time.
“I want you,” he whispered as he pulled back. “But I . . . uh . . . don’t have condoms.”
“I do.” I scampered off the bed before he could change his mind and retrieved my wallet from my pants. I’d come prepared. Hope and hard-up dick sprang eternal. By the time I got back to the bed, David had retrieved a bottle of lube from his nightstand. The idea of him beating off with a slick fist had my blood rushing to my already painfully hard dick. Condom in hand, I straddled his waist.
“How do you like it?” he said against my jaw. “Want it to be good for you.”
God, he was sweet. “You on top.”
Not that I was adverse to playing cowboy, but I really wanted to be surrounded by David, to feel him straining above me, to grab his shoulders and pull him close like I was never letting him go. For once in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted, and it was him.
“Show me what you like.” He grabbed the lube with one hand and my hand with the other. His near reluctance worked like an odd aphrodisiac for me, made me more assertive than usual. Raising one leg up, I worked some lube around my rim.
David’s eyes never left me as he knelt in front of me. He watched me for a few seconds, then his finger joined mine. “This okay?”
“ Yesss .” My breath whooshed out as the tip of his finger penetrated me. Together we worked me open, and I had to keep reminding myself not to hold my breath. This strange, intimate space made me afraid to breathe lest I disturb this beautiful new landscape we were charting together.
“Now?” he asked, his hand trembling as he withdrew it.
“ Please . Want you.”
His thighs were tight against mine and I could feel the tension in his muscles as he slowly pressed forward.
“Don’t . . . want . . . to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I breathed around the tight pinch, trying not to let it show on my face. David’s expression was so earnest, eyes wide, mouth open—like it would kill him to stop, but he’d do it in an instant for me.
It wasn’t my body he was at risk of hurting; it was my heart. It felt like my heart beat in time with his thrusts. Beat for him. Like he was my sole reason for existing right then.
The rub against my gland was exquisite; David’s thrusts found the right angle effortlessly. Everything about the fuck was fluid—his motions, our kisses, my hands running up and down his back.
Sweat pooled between us and our breath came in synchronized pants, both of us pushing toward release even as we tried to make it last. We didn’t need words or even eye contact; our bodies followed each other like this was a dance they’d long since memorized. I reached for my cock at the same instant he did, and David laced our hands together so that we both stroked me off. The pull of our hands, the pressure of him slamming against my gland; it was all too much.
“Ooooh. Fuck.” I came in thick ropes that squished between our fingers. I was still shuddering when David’s hips stuttered, pushing deep a final time as he came too.
“ Robby. ” Head thrown back, his face scrunched up, he gave a helpless shout. The sight was so intensely erotic that it made my cock pulse again, made a deep aftershock wave pass through me, the afterburn of my
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