Page 108 of Lust

There’s relief in his words and his touch, each kiss assuring me he’s back in my arms. And most importantly, he’s mine.

I assumed he might want some time to recover, but I feel desire pulse through him.

His want for me.

His hunger.

Unlike the rhythm we’d developed, there’s something more frenzied about this time—more like those original fucks.

Now that I know how easily I could have lost him, I’m desperate to share this experience with him again, to remind myself of how good it feels, flesh to flesh, soul to soul.

I tear off his towel and toss it to the floor. We part lips just long enough to get me out of my clothes and grab some lube.

Soon, I’ve got the head of my cock against his hole as he lies beneath me, looking as eager and ready as ever.

“Are you sure?” I ask, still thinking about how fragile he seemed the past few days.

“At this point, I’ll be pissed if you don’t fuck me,” he says with a mischievous smile.

I grin, and as I push into him, he opens right up for me, like his hole’s been waiting for me. He rolls his head back, and I lean down, kissing along his throat, tasting his flesh again, reminding myself how good he tastes and smells.

As I begin thrusting, I tell him, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just take me. Take everything I have to give you.”

“I will,” he whispers.

I take hold of my necklace, intensifying the sensation between us, seeing him writhing beneath me. My cock firms inside him, and he rocks his hips, our rhythms matching as we speed up.

I cherish this precious time.

Given what we’ve been through, I keep waiting to wake up from this dream. But I don’t wake up.

It’s just Luke and me, our bodies pressing up against each other, his ass massaging my cock, the steam we work up building up pressure within, making me speed up my pace as we become a frenzy of thrusts and passion.

His inspirations, his every whim, carry us through the experience, until he’s on his knees, grabbing the headboard as I take him from behind. With each thrust, the clap of his ass echoes around the room.

My chest’s against his shoulder blades, and he twists his head to kiss me, until he’s so caught up in passion that he’s just open-mouthed, eyes rolling back as he revels in the satisfaction my cock offers him.

Watching him in his fit of pleasure, I’m determined to make it even better, so I grip my necklace and send another jolt coursing through him.

I want to take him to the very edge. To build him up until it feels so good, he nearly can’t stand it. Then and only then, I want to give him release.

As he moans, I nibble at his bottom lip, raising my free hand to his nipple and toying with it between my finger and thumb.

“I’m getting close,” he warns.

I keep hammering away, drilling his ass, as his desire feels like commands.

I slide my hand down to his cock, taking it in a firm grip. As it pulses, I offer a kiss, and his ass grips my cock, tightening as I feel him erupt into a fit of spasms and thrusts as I milk him.

It’s too much for me.

The pressure mounts, and I seize another kiss before calling out into his mouth, pulling away and grunting as my orgasm tears through me. I thrust like I’m trying to get every drop of cum in that ass.

He glances over his shoulder, watching me as I finish my work, feeding him my cum.

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