Page 205 of Goodbye Note

He chuckled and turned back, flattening his tongue to swipe over me.

I melted into the mattress when he pushed inside me. “Arik…”

He pushed a hand under me and stroked my dick. I was harder than I’d been in years. I lifted, pressing back into his mouth. He forced his tongue deeper, and I fucked myself on it, wanting more, so much fucking more.

“Stop.”

He did at once. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t want to come without you inside me.”

“You’re close?” Hope sounded in his voice.

“Yes.” I met his eyes. “Please.”

He groaned, digging his fingers into my flesh. “You’re determined to ruin me, aren’t you?”

“If you’re going to make me come for the first time in ages, I want it all.”

He didn’t speak, and I thought maybe he wasn’t going to do it, but then the bed shifted under his weight, and his tip pressed against my hole. The cap popped open on the lube, and he rubbed it over his cock while teasing me with his tip.

“Are you hard already?” It hadn’t been that long.

“The sounds you make helped that.”

I pressed back, unable to stop myself, encouraging with a silent plea. He grabbed my hip, guiding himself. I dropped my head, bearing down. The burn came white hot, and I couldn’t breathe.

“I forgot how thick you are.”

He stroked his thumb over my skin, not forcing more in. “I wanted to prep you more.”

“I want this burn, not your fingers,” I said in the rush of an exhale as he slid in another inch. “Fuck.”

“I love how tight you are.” He withdrew, and I whimpered at the absence only to have it back and more. He worked me slowly, letting my body get used to his until he had his full length inside.

I reached back, grabbing his thigh to keep him there. “Stay.”

We both knew I didn’t just mean for this minute.

“I will.” He dropped forward, giving me his full weight, flattening me into the mattress. Fully enveloping my body with his.

The comfort was everything I ever wanted. We moved together, lost to the storm of lust. He covered my shoulders and neck with kisses. I twisted to meet his lips, lavishing moans over his tongue.

Our pace picked up, and his hand slid under me, stroking my cock in time with his thrusts. Pleasure coiled inside me, ready to snap. He tilted his hips, finding the hidden pleasure center. I pulled a knee up, opening myself to get him deeper. The moans he made went right to my cock.

His lips found my ear. “I need to feel you come on my cock.”

I snapped, coming completely unraveled, jerking violently, driven by ecstasy. Riding out our high and coming in his hand.

“Give it all to me,” he rasped, meeting me with long thrusts.

I collapsed into the mattress, a spent mess, and he took out the high of his lust, slamming his hips into my ass. All I could do was take it, trapped in endless pleasure while he drove into my prostate.

Warmth flooded inside me while his cock pulsed. I grabbed his ass, forcing him deeper, wanting all of his cum. He stilled where he was, face pressed into my cheek. Not moving to withdraw. Cock still throbbing.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want it to end.

Fear returned, knowing he could leave like he’d done so many mornings after, leaving me alone in hotel rooms.

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