Page 143 of Only You

“Fuck, baby,” he whimpered. “You’re so tight.”

“No, you’re so big,” I chuckled, and then gasped as he pushed deeper into me. My asshole stretched around his thickness. “Slow,” I whispered. “Slow, please.”

He took his time, and eventually my ass gave up all resistance, letting him in. With the stamina earned from two prior orgasms, he dragged our lovemaking out, until I was a whimpering, sweaty wreck. My heart was pounding so hard he murmured in my ear about feeling it against his own chest.

After a while, he knelt up, hooked my legs over his elbows, and started fucking me like a piston. In and out, hard and steady. My head lolled on the pillow. I shook like a leaf, and when the building pleasure from his dick against my prostate grew to be too much, I convulsed and cried out. The now-familiar feeling took my breath away.

“Breathe through it,” Daniel murmured, kissing my mouth, and then ducking down to lick my nipples. “Just let it go, baby.”

I had “let it go” for him before, and it always ended the same way, with me keening and coming like a mad person, and him begging to be inside me raw just before he filled his condom and came to his senses.

This time, though, things broke from form. Daniel took me to the intense, wild heights of near-orgasm three more times before he collapsed on me, rolling his hips, trying to get in deeper. His breath came in sharp pants, and his shaky hands clasped me tight.

“Peter,” he whispered. “I need you.”

I moaned and let him fill me again, convulsing beneath him as his breathing went ragged and messy.

“I want to feel you. Just once, baby. Just one time.”

“Do it,” I urged, my heart pounding, my body running with sweat and want, and the needful urge to have that with him. That closeness. That moment of being as connected physically as two men could be. “Do it, please, do it.”

Daniel groaned, twitched on top of me, and roughly pulled out.

For a moment, I thought he’d come. I clutched his shoulders, wanting more and yet sure I wasn’t going to get it. But he moved his arm sharply, an empty condom flew away from the bed, and I felt his dick at my hole again. Just the head of it.

He lingered there, rubbing against my lube-slick asshole. I reached up, wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, whispering, “Do it.” Another kiss. “I want you.” Another. “Closer.”

“Closer,” he answered, and I felt him push. “Just for a minute. I won’t stay inside long,” he gritted out. “Just to feel you.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, using my heels to dig into his ass, pulling him in as he thrust. I moaned. The difference between condom and skin was immediately evident, though not so great as to make me think I could never survive if Daniel and I never did this again. And yet…When he pulled free of our kiss, and stared into my eyes, his raw cock buried in me, our breaths merging as we panted, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t find myself begging for it, for this intimacy.

“Oh, wow,” I whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

His face crumpled. That—that—was gorgeous, breathtaking, and heartbreaking. His wide-eyed wonder, his dilated pupils, his tears spilling over, and his whispers of, “Baby, oh, oh. I love you. Oh,fuck, Peter!”

In a panic he pulled out, his chest heaving as he shot against the sheets and my legs. He shook, eyes rolling back in his head, as he groaned and jerked, his noises desperate and his pleasure undeniable.

After, he fell on top of me, still quivering all over. I clutched him, breathing in his sweaty scent, and hunched up to rub my dick against his hip. It just took a few thrusts until I came, too. Not as forcefully as he had, and not as intense as earlier in the day, but strong and beautiful.

I panted as he held me tight, and tears welled in my eyes. It’d been so sweet, intimate, and special.

“You okay?” I whispered after he lay there awhile, saying nothing, and not moving to clean us up the way he normally did. He shook against me, and I rubbed his back. “Daniel?”

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” I murmured. “We’ve both been tested. We’re faithful to each other. We didn’t do anything wrong.” Daniel’s breath was hot and hard against my neck and shoulder, like he was sobbing. I kept comforting him, repeating, “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

When he rolled off me, he lay on his back, his wet eyes on the ceiling. I went up on my elbow and touched his face. “Daniel? Talk to me?”

“It felt so good,” he groaned, wiping at his face. “I thought if we did it once, I’d get it out of my system. But I’m going to want it again. I already do.”

“That’s all right, though. Because we can have it,” I said. “We can, because we’re honest with each other.”

Daniel squeezed his eyes shut, and his throat seemed to clamp up on him. He struggled to speak. “It’s hard for me to trust people. I need to trust you.”

“You can,” I assured him. “I’m with you. Only you.” Rubbing my nose against his, I whisper-sang the words of the song.

That made him laugh, and I was relieved. Still, he insisted “We shouldn’t have done that, and we shouldn’t ever do it again. After what I’ve seen in ARK…”

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