Page 64 of All I Want Is Love
“Yes.” I wrap a hand around his dick, feeling its soft, smooth skin while his cock grows harder. Soren helps me lift my hips a little. Then I take him in fully. I should go slower, but I don’t give a fuck. The stretch burns a bit more than it should, but it just feels so good to have him fully inside me.
“Leo,” he groans.
I adapt fast, starting to move my hips. I don’t have that much experience with riding anyone, so it takes some time for me to find the right rhythm and angle, but once I do, it just feelsright.Soren’s cock keeps teasing my prostate whenever I circle my hips. It’s so fucking easy to get lost in that sensation, but I don’t want it to end too fast. Pacing myself, I try for different angles, moving back slightly and clenching my muscles.
“Fuck,” Soren pants. “You feel amazing.”
“Yeah?” I ask, stilling momentarily. “What about now?”
In answer, Soren smacks my ass playfully. For a moment, I feel tingles and butterflies in my stomach. “Do that again.”
He obliges, slapping my ass again. “Fuck, that’s good,” I moan, rocking against him again. Soren has his hand on my waist for balance, his other hand kneading the ass cheek he just slapped. Leaning forward, I bury my face in his hair, feeling how his tongue moves over my neck. He is so fucking hot. I am really into him.
He slaps my ass again, making me clench around his dick. My own cock is so hard already, it almost hurts. Seeking some release, I reach downwards, but Soren pushes my hand away, instead wrapping his around the base of my cock. His grip is loose at first.
“Soren, please.”
I move up and down his cock at an erratic pace, making him groan in the process. Soren pushes up against me, his thrusts meeting me halfway while his grip around my cock tightens. He smacks my ass one more time, and it’s all I need to finally come all over him.
Soren grabs me by my waist firmly, fucking into me a few more times before I can feel his warm seed covering me from inside. I never did it without a condom. Always wanted to keep it safe, especially since I only had hook-ups. But now, feeling Soren fill me up with his cum does something to me. It’s so intimate, and makes me shiver, prolonging my orgasm until I slump down against his chest.
For a while, Soren and I just stay like that, neither of us moving an inch. Soren keeps playing with my hair, wrapping one of my curls around his fingers. “I could get used to this,” he says.
“Me riding you?” I ask.
“That too,” he grins. “But I meant, to come home to you. It’s nice.”
I nod against his neck, placing a kiss against his soft skin there. Little goosebumps appear on his skin. “I like it too. To know someone will come home to me. I never had a boyfriend before.”
“And now that you do, do you like it?”
“I realized I am definitely the relationship type,” I say.
As a response, Soren squeezes me against his chest, rocking me slightly. Before I can doze off, though, he pats my back.
“I know,” I mutter, easily reading his mind. “We should get cleaned up. And I certainly don’t want to fall asleep with your dick and cum inside me.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Soren grins. “In a mark-my-territory way. But I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
He helps me climb down his lap, his hand brushing over my ass. Craning my neck to get a good view, I notice a red mark there, making me grin. “Apparently, I like a guy who can be heavy-handed, in bed at least.”
Soren snorts. “Glad to make you happy.” He pulls me back before I can pad into the bathroom, kissing me. “No, really, glad to make you happy.”
I wrap my arms around him, eagerly kissing him back. Yeah, I am whipped.
twenty-three
*LEO*
Hector and I – or rather his wife, Valentina, and I – decide on gold and red as the dominant colors for this year’s holiday decoration. Valentina is one of my new favorite people, right after Aspen, Soren and Robin. This woman is amazing. It took me one call, and she had the biggest shopping trip I have ever had, organized. Dragging me along on a two-hour drive to a warehouse where I picked the ornaments I wanted. She ordered it in bulk.
It should have been impossible for her to make them deliver it on time, but she bargained, and in the end, they faltered and said they’d make an exception for her.
“You would kill it in a marketing department,” I say when we have wrapped things up at the warehouse and move to theChristmas market, where I want to buy some Christmas trees for the town center.
“Oh, I did,” she grins. “It’s where I started out.”
“How did you end up here then?”
