Page 50 of Pippin & Nacho

Sam propped himself up with his elbows as he watched me slide in and out of him. “Fuck me…”

“Yeah,” I panted, getting lost in him swallowing up my cock over and over. It started out rough, but now, with the smoothness of our movements, I realized this was meant to be. We’d waited so long for this very day to happen just like this. It couldn’t have happened any other way. Everything culminated in this very moment.

My body turned to fire as the sweat dripped off me, making my curls stick to my face. Sam clung to the blankets underneath him, still watching me fuck him. Shit, I needed to remember to talk to him.

“You’re fire, baby. I love you wrapped around me.”

“Feels so good, Nate.”

“Fuck, it does.”

I dropped his legs and leaned over him to watch his face, to connect with him as I got closer and closer. I fucking needed to come, yet my body held back for some reason, maybe to sustain it.

“Do you need to come, baby?”

“Yes!” His voice was nearly shrill, making me laugh.

“Stroke yourself for me. Can you do that? Make yourself come.”

I’d do it, but I was afraid I’d lose my balance and fall on top of him, ruining the moment.

He spit in his hand and grabbed his cock, tugging on it with such a rapid force that I worried he’d chafe his skin.

I was growing tired, and my thighs burned, not used to this sort of exertion, but I moved faster to keep up with his stroking. Sweat dripped off the tip of my nose and onto his chest, while beads of sweat formed on his forehead and upper lip.

Suddenly, his eyes rolled up into his head, and his mouth dropped open while his body froze. “Ohgodohgodohgod…” Spurts of cum shot out of him so hard that some of it hit his chin. Then my own eyes rolled up into my head from a tightness I’d never experienced before squeezing the fuck out of me. My balls grew tight and heavy, and my body shuddered with the pressure tingling around my groin and spine.

It was my turn to freeze as his hole milked my cum from me.

“Fuck, Sam… fuck.”

If I thought him sucking me off had been amazing, sex was in an alternate plane of reality. My eyes watered from the ecstasy and overwhelming sensation of arousal and emotions. It wasn’t just sex, but sex with Sam, my one true person. This sealed the deal. This proved he was mine and had always belonged to me as I belonged to him.

Once his ass milked me dry, I had no more energy and just fell on top of him, uncaring that cold cum covered his stomach and chest. His fingers slid up and down my back as our panting breaths calmed down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk so much to you,” I finally said once I found my brain and lungs. “I couldn’t find any words while being inside you.”

“It’s fine. I was surprisingly focused on you.”

“That was… fucking amazing.”

“It was perfect, Star. So perfect. Though it hurt at first, and we fumbled for a bit, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. This was us and exactly as it should’ve been.”

I smiled at that. “I was thinking the same thing while inside you.”

I lifted my head and rested my chin on his chest as his fingers tangled in my curls. “I love you so fucking much,” I said with a surge of sudden emotions.

“I fucking love you, Star.”

Before I started getting weepy, I peeled myself off him. “Let’s shower before we’re glued together.”

Sam laughed. “Sounds good.”

After our shower and stripping the sheets off my bed, we replaced them with new ones. Sam lay on his stomach as I lay on my side, dragging my fingers along his smooth back. That emotional surge returned, making my stomach twist and my heart pound. It was love tenfold.

I traced words of love on his goose-pimpled back from my touch. He turned his face to me with his eyes closed, but a small smile played on his lips. I’d never seen Sam so content. That didn’t mean his brain wasn’t moving a million miles a minute, but at least he seemed a bit calmer.

“What word am I writing on your back?” I spelled out his name.

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