Page 49 of Pippin & Nacho

I rested my hands on either side of him, pulled out, and slowly eased in another inch. His hands gripped my arms as he breathed through the pressure with his eyes clamped shut.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Sam huffed and quirked a smile. “Nate… go.”

As I pushed in more, he loosened up. His fingers, painfully digging into my forearms, eased, and his breathing settled.

I sunk into him after the last inch, and it was done. I was in. Holy shit, I was inside Sam. We became one. Finally. Instead of getting lost in my excitement that we were complete, I pulled out and pushed in again. Soon, he loosened up even more, and I could ease in and out with a smooth glide.

My heart rushed up to my chest with a surge of emotions. I looked down at Sam, my soul mate, with his eyes closed, but he no longer scrunched them together.

His ass wrapped around my dick, firing off every single fucking nerve ending. The sensation was overwhelming and arousing, and I needed more, but I needed to go slow.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Good, it doesn’t burn anymore. It’s weird, like I’m really full.”

“But do you like it?”

“I… I’m not sure. You gotta move, though. Try to hit that spot again, like you did with your fingers. I saw stars, just like you’re my star. It was as if I saw you behind my lids in an explosive galaxy where stars are born. I want that.”

He had such a beautiful way with words. I knew that if we’d had a better life and better education, he would’ve had a remarkable future. Instead, he was stuck with me and with nothing.

I shut up my distracting thoughts and thought about our moment. Our unity. Our becoming one.

“How does it feel for you?” he asked.

“So fucking good. It’s like… it’s hard to describe… like you’re hugging me really tight, but you’re so soft, smooth, and warm. I feel you… everywhere. It’s comforting, yet it’s a fucking turn-on. I need to move.”

His green eyes popped open, filled with all the love I felt for him. “Then move.”

My hips thrust back and forth, gliding with no resistance now. I pulled out and punched back in, testing out movements and speed. I wasn’t sure where or how to hit that spot for him again until I hit him a certain way that pulled out a whimper from him.

“Did I hit you just right, baby?”

He nodded with his eyes shut and his full lips parted. “More. And talk to me.”

My face burned, not used to dirty talk. “You want it hard, baby? Fast?”

“Uh huh… both.”

His legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me in deeper, throwing his head back and groaning. “God… so deep.”

My eyes rolled up into my head, and my toes curled as his ass suddenly squeezed the hell out of my dick. I was too stunned to speak for a second.

“Fuck, Sam… you’re so tight.”

I leaned down to give him a quick and sweaty kiss before I nuzzled his throat. My hips punched back into him over and over as he held on tighter to me with his legs and arms, fingers digging into my back.

“Nate…” he breathed. “I feel…”

“I know, baby. I feel it, too.”

Soon, lust overwhelmed my emotions, taking over my body and forcing me into something primal and instinctual. I sat up, grabbed his thighs, and shoved them back.

“I need to see you swallow up my dick.”

“Yes, I want to see, too.”

---