Page 67 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

Again, back to the incremental easing into me.

As the burn receded, a sense of well-being settled.I often counseled clients that sometimes pain was a good thing.And to others, it was the body’s signal to stop.Today, as pain ebbed into something less tangible, I knew the former was true.Yes, intellectually I wanted this.But, in my heart, my body wanted it too.To feel connected to someone.To touch and be touched.To have a bond so missing in my everyday life.

Cadence stroked my cheek, brushing away the errant tear.“This is killing me.Hurting you like this.”

“It doesn’t hurt as much.It, uh, feels…” I struggled for the right word.Not good, but not bad.“Please keep going.I’ll die if you stop now.”Better to get this done.Maybe not the most logical sentiment, but I knew myself.

“You’re so brave.I think that’s what I love most about you.Despite everything, you kept going.That’s true bravery.”

What he lovedmostabout me?No, wait, what helovedabout me.

Did that mean he loved me?

Too much thinking.

I closed my eyes, trying to ward off the pain.

“Open your eyes, baby.I need to see you.I need to know you’re okay.”

And I was.Okay.I was more than okay.I opened my eyes and saw nothing but compassion.

“I’m all the way in.”He feathered my hair and stroked his knuckles against my stubbled cheek.“Are you sure?”

“Never more sure.About anything.”I needed to convince him.Let him see the earnestness of the moment.The voracity of my will.

“Okay.”He pulled back.

I did my best not to wince.

He arched an eyebrow.

A perfect eyebrow.God, everything about him was perfect.“Again, please.”I wasn’t above begging.

He pressed back in.

I arched to meet him.

He withdrew and pressed back in again.

I held his gaze.

“Normally I would tell you to jack yourself, but you might be sore—”

I grasped my cock.I wasn’t sore.And given my dick was half-hard and dying for attention, this seemed like a logical plan.I tugged experimentally.I got harder.

Yeah, and the pain in my ass receded farther.He continued to move in and out of me slowly, and the pain took a back seat to the pleasure.

Precum leaked from my tip, and I smeared it down my length.Not enough to eliminate the friction, but enough to distract me from other things going on.

“God, baby, you’re so tight.”Cadence bit his lip.

Both the words and the endearment washed over me in all the good ways.A tension coiled within me.I feeling I recognized well.And yet it felt alien at the same time.“I’m, uh, coming.”

“Please do.”

Such simple words.Such complicated permission.

Or maybe an easy command to obey.I arched my neck back as I strained against the orgasm.I could do this.All I had to do was let go.Let the pleasure sing through my veins.And as I spurted over my hand, relief flooded my soul.

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