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I pulled my fingers out, added lube to my cock, pressed the head against his stretched hole, and pushed inside.
He fisted the sheet again, his face buried into the mattress, and he groaned so fucking loud.
And me?
I slid into heaven.
Hot, tight, and so fucking sublime.
I went as slow as my body would allow, holding his hips and sinking, sinking into a pleasure I never dreamed possible.
“Oh my fucking god, Luke,” I hissed. “Fuck, you’re so good.”
He pushed up on his hands a little and cried out. The change of angle was the most exquisite torture. I leaned down and kissed his spine. “I’m too close already,” I said, my breath hitching. “I love you so much.”
He whined and put his head back down on the mattress, his ass up so perfectly for me. I needed to move. I needed to thrust. My body’s urge to chase the ecstasy was so close.
So fucking close.
I began to thrust, slow and deep, and he whined with each pass. But then slow wasn’t enough and ecstasy began to move, and I needed to chase it down.
Faster, faster, while trying to remind myself to be slow and gentle.
So I went deeper, as deep as I could, and Luke groaned now, splayed out, gripping the sheets, and I leaned over him,rolling my hips against his ass, pushing into heaven all the way.
“I need to come,” I hissed. “Fuck, Luke.”
“Inside me,” he groaned. “Come inside me.”
His words lit the fuse, and with a final thrust, my orgasm detonated through me. Blinding, obliterating, wave after wave of pleasure hit me, and I came, pulsing and shooting deep inside him.
He gasped as he took it, and I collapsed on top of him, head spinning and out of breath.
Ho.
Lee.
Fuck.
I never wanted to move. Not that I was capable of moving, of thinking, but I never wanted to leave this spot, on him, inside him. “Luke,” I breathed. “Oh my god.”
“Mmm.”
I was overcome with the need to kiss him, to hold him. I pulled back slowly, sliding out of him, and he whined in protest until I flipped him over, lifted his knees to his chest, and pushed my still-hard cock back inside him.
“Ahh,” he breathed, looking up at me, his eyes big and wide.
I crushed my mouth to his, wrapped my arms around him, and rocked us back and forth.
It felt so good inside him, delicate bliss teasing every nerve, every synapse in my body.
But then it wasn’t me rocking us, it was him. And then he grunted and groaned, his fingers digging into my back.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Fuck me like this, more. Fuck, more.”
Holy shit.
He was gonna come like this.
