The lump in my throat finally dissolves and there’s a fluttering in my chest when we lock gazes.
“I love you, Cole.”
“I love you, too.”
Our lips find each other and it stirs up desire deep in my chest and travels down. Enough words. I need to show him now with action.
Pulling him down on his back, he yelps as I spread his legs.
“Are you ready for tonight?”
Cole nods.
“How late does the farmers market go?” I ask, lathering lube onto my dick. I stroke it several times to get it hard again, not that it takes much.
Cole’s naked body wiggling in anticipation is fucking hot.
“One or two in the afternoon.”
“Perfect.”
I’ll try to keep it only a couple hours.
A shiver works through his body and I can’t help but grin as I stick the tip of my dick against his ass.
* * *
Cole’s mop of hair is drenched in sweat, it’s visible even in the dim lamp light.
Colors are beginning to break across the sky as I work my way into his ass and pull out.
He’s hiked up on all fours and has spent the last five or so minutes moaning.
I initially began with him on his back working myself into him and massaging his thighs.
Then we spent about a half hour with me sucking him and spreading kisses along his body like a wildfire.
He’s taken everything like a champ. I was worried he’d be too tired.
His moaning comes to a halt and I speed up the pace, slamming into him harder. Is he about to cum? Nothing happens for a minute.
“Cole,” I warn. Why isn’t he saying the word?
Slowing down, I work my hands along his back and gently squeeze his sides.
“Cole?” Worry laces my voice. I’m almost begging him to say the word now.
“Yeah?” he says, breathlessly.
“Are you okay?”
He doesn’t answer, but sinks his entire body onto the bed.
“Cole!”
My dick pulls from him and he turns his head and looks at me with a faraway look.
Hovering over his body, I pat his head. “Are you okay?”