Page 51 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

Then he speared my slit with his tongue and it was pretty much over.I managed to pant that I was coming as he continued to suck.He had a chance to pull off, but he doubled down and the end for me came hard and fast.I cried out my gratification as the orgasm ripped through me.

Jesus, had it ever felt that good?Like coming apart at the seams and being stitched back together with loving care.He crawled up my body and took my mouth in a passionate kiss.I tasted myself, and that lit another fire in me.These delights—these moments of connection—I wanted them to last forever.

Finally he pulled back.His pupils were blown in the low light and I suspected mine were much the same.“Can I fuck you?”

I considered.“Sure.”

He cocked his head.

“I, uh…” I scratched my stubble.“I was hoping you could make love to me.I mean if you want—”

He dove in for another toe-curling kiss.He meandered his hand down my flank and slid it under me so he could cup my ass.Finally he pulled back.He nuzzled my neck as he whispered, “With pleasure.”After placing a kiss just below my ear, he peppered my cheek and then jaw with little pecks.He sucked on my neck and then went lower still, taking my nipple into his mouth.I’d never been turned on by this, but it did something to me tonight.His care and exquisite gentleness touched a part of my soul I never bared to anyone.

He drew his hand around my pelvis and grazed my cock.

I’d have sworn nothing was going to happen, but those rough calluses against my tender flesh caused a fire to light in my belly.

He grinned.Then he knelt and snagged a condom, which he rolled on dextrously.

Ah, good, he’d searched the bag.As I hoped he would.

He opened the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his fingers.

I grasped my knees and pulled them up and out of the way.

After he gazed at me for what felt like forever, he lowered his hand and pressed a finger inside me.

Powerless to do otherwise, I moaned.

He slid his finger in again then added a second.

Heat coursed through my veins.

He scissored, he twisted, and then, as if he’d done it a hundred times before, he hit my prostate.

I gasped.

His grin was infectious and wicked.He tapped me lightly a couple of times before withdrawing his fingers.

I barely had time to miss them before he slathered lube onto his cock and slid into me.

The burn was manageable as he stretched me open, and the relief was welcomed when he pressed the head of his cock in.From there he slid leisurely in and out as he advanced farther and farther inside me.Before I realized it, he’d seated himself.

Our gazes clashed as he sought permission.Permission I’d give him a hundred times over.

He moved.

I shifted.

He withdrew.

I inhaled.

He pushed back inside.

I exhaled.

I needed more, but didn’t know how to ask for it.I’d requested he make love to me.And I had no regrets, but I also wanted…force?Passion?

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