Page 55 of Filthy Little Secret

He rubs his nose against mine and offers a soft peck on my cheek. It sends a wave of sensation rushing through me.

His breath against me warms me beyond the sensation on my flesh.

An impulse rises within me, and I push at his hip.

“Let me ride you,” I say.

He pulls out and lies beside me. I get on my knees and crawl over him, descending onto his cock, filling myself with him.

He grips my hip and strokes his thumb across it. Then he licks his palm and begins stroking my cock as I move up and down.

His expression twists, filled with a familiar look, like when I know he’s enjoying my body, what I’m offering him.

Each time I descend, taking more of him into me, he thrusts up, and our rhythm is better than it’s ever been. Each thrust forces his cock against my prostate.

The excitement races through me. Our speed intensifies with the excitement of this experience. But neither of us is in any hurry to get to the end. Like we just want to play this out, share this for as long as possible. But I can’t stop that feeling as I near my orgasm…as I grow nearer and nearer to that moment with every sensation he rouses within me.

The pressure in my cock has built to such an intensity that I know it’s just a matter of moments, and his movements have quickened to let me know that he’s getting close, too.

Before I come, I lean down so that I can look into his eyes.

He’s still jerking me off, and his movements are so in tune with what my body wants that I know I don’t have but a few more seconds.

We stare into each other’s eyes.

I gasp as I come.

I pull back so I can watch it rush across his torso, showering his body, into the dips and grooves between those beautiful muscles.

He releases my cock and wipes the come across his body, pushing it through the grooves in his abs, reveling in having me all over him.

My prostate is hypersensitive, but as he opens his own mouth and pushes in just the right way, it stirs a sensation that makes me shake and quiver. The explosive energy courses through my body as I hear him groan and he fills the condom he wears.

When he’s finished, I collapse on top of him, letting my come stick to my body.

I just want to be near him. I want to be as close to him as I can be.

I’m waiting for him to push me away. We normally don’t hold each other after we fuck, but I don’t want this to end, and as his arms wrap around me, I’m relieved. And scared at the same time.

18

MARK

Warm water rushes between us as we kiss softly in the shower at his place.

Tim’s hands rest on my face as he nips at my bottom lip.

It was just a week ago that we confessed how we felt…that we became boyfriends. A week ago when we shared that amazing experience—one that was so much more than the fucking that got us into this. After that night, we’ve spent nearly every day together, enjoying each other’s company. We don’t spend as much time at my place as we used to. We stay over here, where he can be close to his nanna, who’s totally cool with it. In fact, she’s made a few jokes about this boyfriend he has running around the house now. I can tell by the way she acts—so kind and sweet toward me, that she’s excited about Tim bringing someone around. That she’s not used to him being with just one guy. And I think she’s excited that he has someone other than her in his life.

“Why can’t we stay in here forever?” he asks, his hot breath against my face, the water that slaps against the back of his neck running down his chest and sliding between our bodies.

“We have lives. Jobs, and I have class.”

He runs his hands down my face, neck, arms, and sides. I enjoy his touch, appreciate it like I have so many times before. His eyes are fixed on me, as though he’s as hypnotized by me as I am by him.

“But I’d rather just be here with you,” I whisper.

I’m ashamed to be so honest about how I feel. I was never like this with Greg. I always felt like I needed to be guarded, but now that we’ve given each other permission to cut loose, I haven’t held back.

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