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“Not all that hard,” I teased.
He laughed again. “I’m not all that hard now either.” He indicated towards his softened cock.
I removed and discarded the condom on his limp member. “Shame, I had such plans for you.” I kissed him deeply, my hands roaming his body and his cock began to thicken once more against my hip.
Reaching for the lube and another couple of foil packets, I shed my sweats and stroked him to full hardness before sheathing him again. I covered myself, also preferring not to get spunk everywhere, and picked up the lube.
I kissed him as I worked myself open, panting and grunting into his mouth as I stretched enough to accommodate his girth.
Max’s cock wasn’t long but had plenty of girth so I needed three fingers before I could even think of taking him inside me.
He’d given up holding onto the bed and his hands roamed and teased as our kisses became more frantic.
He pulled away from my mouth, lips moving over my neck as he tried to see what my hand was doing. “Damn that’s hot, I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Deciding I couldn’t wait much longer I removed my fingers, smearing the lube there onto his shaft then wiping my fingers with a wet wipe. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, positioning his cock at my hole and slowly inching him inside.
We groaned in unison as my ass met his thighs and I began to ride him slowly. I impaled myself on him over and over, working up a sweat, thighs burning as I moved. I couldn’t get enough of the feeling, the way that Max looked at me as if in awe that we were doing this.
He reached his hands around to my ass, running a finger over my rim, feeling his cock move in and out of me. “Fuck that’s hot. You’re so tight around me. I wish I could see my dick fuck into you.” He sounded wrecked.
“There’s a mirror over there,” I said looking behind me. “Raise yourself up and you can see it.”
Max raised his head, bunching all the pillows under his shoulders to see. Spotting the mirror on the closet door at the perfect angle to catch the action on the bed he groaned. He planted his feet and thrust up as he watched, panting. “Jesus, that’s hot.”
Our bodies moved together as he watched us in the mirror and I concentrated on him. We gasped and moaned, the room filled with the sounds as sweat dripped from us. All I could feel was Max, this deep connection and feeling of rightness.
I lost all sense of time as I reveled in the feeling of Max’s cock, hard and stretching me just perfectly. His hand moved over my length, adding that twist at the top that made me gasp.
I felt that tell-tale tingle rapidly approaching. “I’m coming,” my words strangled as my orgasm stole all my senses.
“Charlie,” Max groaned in my ear as he pulled me against him and pumped his hips deep into me, once, twice, before stilling.
I let him take my weight for a couple of seconds before moving slightly to the side.
Max kissed my lips, the tip of my nose, and then my forehead. My eyes closed at the adoration in the action.
Max carefully pulled out of me, grabbed some tissues, and disposed of the condoms carefully before nuzzling into my arms.
“Shower?”
“Hmm…in a minute.”
We basked in the afterglow before washing each other gently in the shower, trading kisses the whole time. The act felt important. Full of care and something I’d never had before. Something I’d never give up.
As I pulled him into my arms later, I realized I was in love with Max, and what he called his hang-ups were just quirks that didn’t bother me at all. He wouldn’t be my Max without them.
