Page 95 of Husband of the Year
When he finishes, I hear the tube drop next to me and he stands, positioning himself behind me. His weight pushes the end of the mattress down, and he wobbles back and forth a few times, finding his balance. Determined hands grasp just below my waist, and the tip of his cock slides into place. But being the gentleman he is, Olan waits.
“Ready?”
I nod and quickly realize between the low light and my head jammed against my pillow, he probably can’t see.
“Yeah, so ready. Plow me.”
And with that, Olan carefully enters me, fusing us in the deepest, most glorious manner. He’s slow at first, and I know he’s worrying about my comfort, but like my heart, my ass has missed him. It’s eager to be fucked.
“Olan, I’m good. You opened me right up with your tongue. You can fuck me. Hard. Fast. Deep. Please.”
With permission granted, he does exactly what I ask—speeding up, plunging further, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. The room is quiet except for the sound of our heavy breathing and Olan’ships slapping against my ass. The noise adds to the heat in the room and I grasp my cock. It’s wet with precum. As he continues to thrust, it becomes more and more slick.
With a loud grunt and final drive, Olan pulls out and flops onto his back. The soft light reveals beads of sweat on his forehead, shimmering like tiny diamonds.
“Do you need a break?”
“Come here.” Olan pulls me close, my head resting on his beautiful chest, and while he catches his breath, I nibble on his torso. With the attention being paid to his chest, his cock pulses as I stroke him, keeping him hard for round two.
Fingers graze my chin, lifting my head, and Olan’s mouth finds mine. I continue to jerk him with long strokes, taking breaks to massage his balls and taint. The ever subtle lift of his hips offers a hint that his ass craves some attention too. Olan’s tongue parts my lips and, never breaking the kiss, I shift on top of him and guide his cock to its target.
He has to lift a little more and I’m tempted to pause and grab a pillow to place under him, but I don’t, because right now, in this moment, I’m not breaking this kiss. Olan thrusts up, fucking deep inside, as our tongues tangle and I nip at his lips.
My legs widen, and Olan grasps my ass, spreading me wide, and I’m fairly certain he’s trying to feel his cock enter me, but while kissing, he simply can’t reach.
I sit up and move my feet under me, using his firm pecs to balance. Without hesitation, he swiftly removes his hand from behind and slips it under my balls, teasing and exploring the spot where we connect.
“Babe, you look so hot right now, bouncing up and down on my cock.” Olan takes his free hand and grips my dick. There’s no movement. He’s simply holding on. It’s clear he’s not ready for me to come yet.
“I need to have this in my mouth.” His thumb rubs the tip. “Soon. Please. I’ve been patient.”
“Okay. Fair.” As I lean forward, Olan’s cock slips out, but when his lips find mine, I’m appeased for the moment. With his fingers still wrapped around my raging boner, I’m ready to have my turn.
I move to the end of the bed, my feet float to the floor, the softness of the plush area rug under my toes. I lean back on my elbows, and my dick sticks straight out.
“Suck me like this.”
“Yes, sir.” Olan’s up, moving to the floor, on all fours, quicker than I’ve seen him move in a long time.
“There’s that beautiful fat cock. Fuck, I missed it.” He swallows me, taking me almost to the base. A slight gagging noise breaks free from his lips, wrapped tightly around me.
“You okay?” I ask, but Olan simply bobs up and down, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
When he arches his back, his plump ass taunting me, I reach over and grab the lube. He’s in the perfect position to apply it and I’m fairly certain his ass in the air is Olan’s way of hinting at it.
Leaning over, I apply a liberal amount, using two fingers to spread it around and then one to gently dip into his hole. He’s more open and ready than I expected after over a month apart, and before I’m able to say anything, he pulls off.
“I bought a toy. After our hot video chat, I needed it.”
He smiles, his inviting tooth gap on full display, and a dab of saliva dots the corner of his mouth.
“Excuse me, Mr. Stone. You brought a dildo into your parents’ house?”
“My bedroom door has a lock. And I thought about you every time I used it.”
“Every time? How many times did you fuck yourself with a dildo in Chicago?”
He glances at the ceiling in thought. “Maybe three times?”
