Page 47 of Home Between Homes

“No, this is real,” I laughed.

He pressed his lips to mine again, only to pull away once more after a second. “There’s so much...” He kissed meagain.“...we have to...”And again.“...talk about...”And again.“...Noah.”

“This counts as talking,” I said, kissing him back.

A smile crossed his face. “That’s fine with me...” The electricity that shot through my body as our mouths met turned off the last bit of worry I had. This—coming here and just being with him—had been the right decision. He pulled me close as if he could never do it again. His weight was so overwhelming that when I stepped back with my right foot to keep my balance, I rammed it into the bed frame, accomplishing what I had tried to prevent.

We fell on the mattress, causing the whole apartment to shake.

“Are you okay?” Jack asked. His whole body poured over me, comforting me like a weighted blanket.

“You bet I am.”

His face was only an inch away from mine. “Was that a sign?”

“What else would it be?” I pressed my lips to his. My hands moved to his back, unhappy that the fabric of his shirt wasbetween us. They rushed to the hem to crawl underneath, but when they landed on his ass, they took the opportunity to feel it up.

Jack’s mouth traveled from my lips to my neck, kissing every inch along the way. His hands raced under my sweater, pulling the fabric with them as they reached for my nipples.

Whatever we had to talk about didn’t matter anymore. At least not for now. This moment was just for us to enjoy each other and celebrate our reunion.

I spread my legs and wrapped them around Jack’s groin, pulling his bulge into my ass. I grabbed the hem of his shirt, and as I tugged at it, Jack leaned up so I could pull it off him. I tossed it to the floor and unbuttoned my jeans. Jack rocked down to the edge of the bed, stuck his fingers under the waistband of my briefs, and pulled them down along with my jeans. They got tangled at my feet for a moment, but Jack kept pulling until they turned completely inside out and finally let go of my body. I slipped out of my shirt, threw it against the wall, and fell onto his pillow—naked, hard, and ready to give myself completely to him. His eyes roamed over my body as if trying to capture as many mental images as possible.

His eyebrows shot up as if he had an idea of what to do with me. “Turn around,” he ordered.

Without questioning anything, I rolled over onto my stomach and wrapped my arms around his pillow. It had the same fresh pine tree smell as him, and as I inhaled, his scent made my dick twitch.

Jack pushed his thumbs into my hamstrings, pulling them apart to give himself more room to nestle between my legs. His mouth replaced his fingers. He licked my right inner thigh, running his tongue over my skin as if to make sure I could only focus on the spot he wanted me to. He licked all the way to the edge of my ass cheek, but instead of plunging in, he stopped,moved to my left thigh, and started all over again. Only when his tongue reached my ass for the second time did it go all the way into my crack, giving me the pleasure I had longed for.

He pulled my ass cheeks apart and buried his mouth right between them. He licked my ass as if I was his breakfast, lunch, and dinner in one. His tongue in my crack, swirling around my hole, made everything tremble, and the only way to get through it was to let out every single last moan that was in me until my voice would give in. The small room made my cries of pleasure echo right back at us.

Jack reached for my shoulders without taking his mouth off my ass. He pressed his thumb into the sore muscles around my chest. The combination of having to divide my attention between two parts of my body helped me let go. My shoulders released all the tension they had held. My groin melted into the bed, opening further for Jack.

After one last taste, his tongue slid out of my crack and up my back. His bulge settled into my ass. “Why are you so damn sexy?”

His words shot into my head and into my dick. I turned my neck as far as I could and kissed him. While his tongue caressed mine, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down. He only paused briefly from kissing me when his jeans caught up with his feet, but he quickly kicked them off and jumped right back on top of me. His chest nestled into mine as if we were made for each other, and his dick landed where I wanted it—in my crack. He leaned to his left and pulled a bottle of lube from under the bed.

He squeezed some in his hand, rubbed his palms together to warm it up a bit, and went straight for my hole. His thumb entered me and was quickly joined by his index and middle fingers to prepare me for the real thing.

After a minute, they were replaced by the tip of his cock. He moved carefully as if he still wasn’t sure if I was ready, but by then, I was so horned up that I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed my ass onto his dick to speed up the process. My insides gave way to him like the snow gave way to the plow trucks.

Jack moaned and wrapped his arms around my shoulders as he slid into my ass until he was buried completely inside of me. We were finally connected.

His moan became a growl. His hips moved, quickly picking up speed. He thrust in and out of me, holding me tight. His breath caressed my neck. His chest rubbed against my back.

“Please don’t ever stop,” I said. It had only been a week that we had been together—a week so intense that it felt like months, almost like we were making up for the relationship we couldn’t have had during our college years. This wasn’t something I wanted to end. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms as much as I wanted to wake up to his sweet smile. I wanted to eat every meal with him, try more cooking techniques he learned from his old lady friends, and read more dirty books to him while he stroked my belly. And I wanted him to fuck me like this every damn day for the rest of my life.

He slowed down and kissed my neck, whispering in my ear, “Do you want to ride me?”

My dick twitched so hard that a bit of pre-cum dripped out of it just at the thought. “Fuck, yes.”

He pulled his dick out and dropped onto the bed next to me. I climbed on top of him as fast as I could, his hands holding my hips, aiming my ass over his straight hard cock. My fingers roamed over his chest. He bit his lips, not taking his eyes off me as he entered me again. I leaned down and kissed him, bobbing up and down on his cock. His right hand cupped my dick and stroked it.

I was ready to come at any moment, but as if he could sense that I was trying to hold back, he slowed his hand movement, increased it, and then slowed it again, enjoying watching my body twitch. My mouth fell open. As much as I wanted to come together with him, I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“I’m going to…”

He increased his speed again, helping me over the edge. My load flew all over his chest. Four thick ropes—as if I hadn’t been coming at least twice a day for the past week.

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