Page 55 of A Winter Courtship
“I love you,” Lutoth said. Then he slowly bore down.
Ulrich groaned. The flared head penetrated Lutoth, and he gasped.
For a moment, Lutoth held completely still, just the tip inside him. He took a deep breath and then lowered himself, inch by thick inch, onto a cock wider than any he’d taken before. It burned and stretched him almost to the point of pain. He took deep, shaky breaths, trying to relax his body.
He kept going, kept lowering himself, kept being filled by Ulrich. He knew how big Ulrich was, but knowing it and feeling it opening him up were two completely different things. He paused midway, allowing himself to adjust.
“Lutoth,” Ulrich whispered his name like a prayer. “You’re so tight.”
Lutoth leaned forward, fingers threading with the necklace strands and tufts of Ulrich’s chest hair as he kept breathing, willing his body to accept Ulrich. Lutoth continued lowering himself until he thought he’d be split in two. Until finally, finally, Ulrich’s giant cock filled him completely.
“Lutoth,” Ulrich moaned.
Lutoth undulated his hips from side to side. Then back and forward. The sensation shifted to that point where pleasure and pain mixed. He groaned as Ulrich’s cock rubbed deliciously inside his channel.
“You feel incredible,” Ulrich said, voice strained.
“It’s about to feel a lot better,” Lutoth said, voice husky.
At first, he rose and fell only in tiny increments. Then he increased his movements. Ulrich’s cock slid in and out of him. Lutoth revelled in the feel of Ulrich’s cock moving within him.
Ulrich gasped and groaned, eyes wide.
Lutoth changed the angle, and Ulrich’s cock nudged against the magic bundle of nerves inside him. Lutoth groaned. “Oh, Ulrich! Oh! You feel so good.”
Lutoth placed his hands on his own thighs. He rode Ulrich’s dick, hitting that spot inside him perfectly each time.
Ulrich’s fingers twined with the lace around his wrist, his body taut as he held himself still, watching Lutoth fuck himself on Ulrich’s cock.
Lutoth’s pace increased. He threw his head back, hands going to Ulrich’s thighs behind him. His own cock slapped against Ulrich’s stomach with each of his bounces. Explosions and waves of pleasure gushed inside him.
Lutoth’s thighs trembled.
Ulrich thrust his hips up, as much as he could with his wrists tied. Lutoth cried out.
Changing positions again, Lutoth leaned forward, pressing his hands to Ulrich’s chest, his rhythm chaotic.
“Lutoth! Lutoth!” Ulrich cried out. “I’m close!”
Lutoth leaned forward. He kissed Ulrich, tongue plunging into his mouth as he drank Ulrich’s moans and cries.
Lutoth gripped Ulrich’s dark hair, continuing to take Ulrich’s cock. “Come, beloved,” Lutoth whispered. “Come for me. Fill me with your seed.”
Ulrich cried out, eyes squeezing shut as he pumped his hips. Lutoth kept moving as Ulrich’s warm spend spilled inside him.
Breathing hard, Ulrich collapsed back against the bed.
Lutoth rose. Ulrich’s still-hard cock slid from his body. With quivering hands, Lutoth reached up and untied the lace from one of Ulrich’s wrists. He rolled Ulrich onto his face. Ulrich grunted but went willingly.
Lutoth grabbed the oil and upended it over Ulrich’s hole. Ulrich gasped.
Desperately, he shoved his fingers into Ulrich. All finesse and gentleness had escaped him. He needed to sink his cock into Ulrich’s hole. Ulrich groaned, pushing back as Lutoth plunged his fingers inside his channel.
Lutoth yanked his digits free, pulled Ulrich to his knees, lined up his cock, and thrust. Deep.
Ulrich’s body engulfed him, welcoming Lutoth into its tight heat.
Ulrich groaned, and Lutoth cried out.
