Page 98 of Forgotten Romance

Now I know better.

Davey goes back to worshiping my cock while he stretches me open, his own hanging heavy between his legs. I want to touch it, want to taste him, but he’s taken the control tonight, and I’m more than happy to take his lead. So instead of giving in to the urge to stroke him, I card my fingers through his hair instead.

“God, I love your curls.”

His eyes spark with amusement as he looks up at me, lips stretched wide around my girth. The eyes, the curls, the freckles, all as beautiful as the first day I saw him like this. The lines across his forehead and beside his eyes might be deeper, but that only makes me love this sight more.

To know there are so many years between that first time and now, yet my heart aches for him like it’s never done before.

Davey slowly pulls off my dick. “I want you on your back.”

His fingers leave my ass, signaling that it’s almost time for more, and a thrill passes over me as I flop back onto the bed. Davey grabs the lube, not bothering to ask about a condom this time. He trusts that I’ve kept my word like I’ve trusted him to keep his.

He crawls up between my legs on his knees, then pushes my thighs apart and back.

“Missed this hole,” he says, opening the lube and squeezing it over his cock. He stares between my legs as he strokes himself, and my cock throbs at the sight.

I grab my knees and spread my legs further, rewarded by the long groan Davey makes right before he bites his knuckles.

I watch as he grips himself and leans forward, the smooth tip of his cock pressing flush with my hole. My body immediately goes pliant, needing to feel him inside me, and Davey doesn’t falter. Like he feels the same weight I do, he presses in. He doesn’t stop, even though the stretch is a lot, but he’s slow enough that it doesn’t turn painful.

Rightness surrounds me as his pubes brush my ass, and he buries himself as deep as he can go.

“The way you take my cock is indescribable,” he says, leaning forward onto one forearm while his hand finds the pulse in my throat. “Love to feel the way your heart’s racing.”

“Because you make me forget to breathe.”

He rocks slowly inside me, a gentle tilt of his hips as his eyes meet mine. The emotion I see staring down at me is something that was missing in our relationship toward the end, and the relief at having it back is overwhelming.

My hands dive into his hair again, and I tug him down to kiss me. It’s so intimate, so raw, I get lost in the kiss, dick still hard as a rock but ignored as it rests against my hip. Davey’s lazy thrusts don’t pick up either; we’re not fucking to get off. Just to connect. And I’ve never felt as connected to him before as I do at this moment.

We switch positions before long so that I’m on top, looking down on him as I work myself up and down on his cock. Then, he takes me from behind, sucking a bruise into my neck and whispering, over and over, how much he loves me.

There’s nothing between us. No condom, no secrets, no distrust or resentment, and I let myself enjoy what we’ve been missing for so long.

“Turn over,” he rumbles, pulling out, and I hurry to do as he says.

I’m heady off the smell of his sweat, and when he pushes back inside, his arms on either side straining under his weight, his scent surrounds me. I breathe deep, and the ache in my cock turns desperate.

“I need to come,” I beg.

He nods. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Davey’s next thrust is harder, more determined, sending me further up the bed. His pace picks up as this quiet love burns away and the need for relief takes over.

My heart feels too big, my dick too hard, and I jerk myself through the high he’s giving me. No random hookup could ever have come close to the way I feel when I’m with him.

His thrusts get harder, faster, pounding out a frenzied rhythm against my ass, and the slap slap slap, along with his hoarse breathing, is taking over my senses.

“Come on,” he gasps out.

I strangle my cock, beating off as hard and fast as I can. My head falls back deep into the pillow as the pressure gets too much. A wave of heat rolls over me, and my balls pulse, letting out the first bit of relief onto my skin.

Davey grunts as I coax myself through my orgasm, jaw clamped tight, sweat building at his hairline as he tries to get himself there. My ass is sensitive, my dick limp, but I love the feel of him owning me anyway.

“Don’t want … to end …” he grunts.

So I reach down, slip my hand between us, and run my fingertips over his tight balls. “Love being fucked by you,” I tell him. “Love having you inside me. You’re the only one, Davey. Your hole. Always. Fill me with your cum.”

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