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I couldn't believe we were doing this. My dick jumped, the image of filling the man I loved with my cum churning up a primal need in me. I retrieved the lube and came back to Ethan.

I slicked up my fingers while he dropped his legs open. The seductive intensity of his gaze as he watched me nearly threw me off as I opened him up. One finger after another until he squirmed and grabbed my wrist to stop me. "Enough, Daniel … I need your cock."

I stroked my shaft with lube then took one of his legs, folded it against his body, and positioned myself. Bending one of my legs, I angled my hips and pressed inside him.

I closed my eyes as my heart recovered a rhythm I'd been desperate without. Ethan's calf slipped onto my shoulder, and he gripped the back of my neck, lips parted.

"Yes," he whispered.

I slid in, then pulled back, and drove my hips forward.

"Yes." Louder this time. More. His ongoing sounds of ecstasy urged me to set a pace that would satisfy him. He'd schooled me on hitting the right angle to drag across his prostate. Judging by the increasing sound, I was finding my mark. Grunting and sweating, I looked down at him.

His dark thick eyelashes fluttered; his beautiful brown eyes focused on me—his tongue darting out to lick his flushed lips between shouts of pure fulfillment.

I worked my hips harder yet smoothly, at a loving pace.

A steady thwack—thwack of our bodies meeting.

Our passion for one another escalating.

Ethan closed his eyes and tipped his chin up.

"I'm going to cum." He gripped my face. "Make me spill. Fuck the cum out of me."

I smiled. There it was—the dirty talk. I loved that about him. I adjusted, and leaned harder against him, snapping my hips faster. My pelvis started to ache, but I didn't slow down.

"Fuck … fuck." Ethan quivered and convulsed, his fingertips digging into my arms, his channel closing around my cock. It thrilled me that Ethan could cum hands-free.

He erupted all over his throat, his chest, his abs. Seeing him covered in spatters of white, the coil in my gut unfurled, my cock pulsed, and I released into him.

Coating his insides.

I don't remember ever cumming so hard. Thrust after thrust, spilling. I collapsed on him as he lowered his leg. I held his slick sweaty body tight against me. I hadn't turned on the air conditioning. Clinging to Ethan, my cock softened and slipped out.

As I kissed his neck and rolled onto my side beside him, Ethan took my hand and guided it down his body, across his damp skin, through his cum, to his soft cock, past his balls.

"Feel what you did to me," he said.

My dick twitched awake from its lazy slumber. Ethan parted his legs as I traced his hole with my fingers. He was wet. I sank one finger into him. His velvety warmth was slick with my cum.

I pumped my finger in and out, playing with it.

I withdrew my finger, my cock waking, and circled his nipple with my slick pad. I shifted onto my elbow and leaned over him and sucked his cum-covered nipple into my mouth.

Our combined taste nearly undid me.

"Fuck," Ethan exhaled. "Such a filthy man. No wonder I love you so much."

I reluctantly released my newest obsession. "I love you too." Then kissed him.

We were meant for one another.

Two souls shining brighter as one.

However many years we had together—they'd be spent filled with love.

I lay back and pulled him into my arms.

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