Page 85 of Beautifully Complicated

As he probes further into my channel, it’s a fight to keep from clenching around him. Not to keep him out, but to pull him in. Hold him deeper.

The burn that used to be present every time he entered me is barely there anymore. I’ll feel it when he uses his cock, but even that will pass quickly. I may not bottom as much as he does, but I’ve done it enough that my body knows what’s coming and welcomes it.

I battle to hold my eyes open as he pushes deeper, rubbing against the delicate tissue that leads to my prostate. He tenderly kneads that spot, sending wave after wave of euphoria shooting throughout my body, and making my cock twitch with need.

My back bows as he probes those delicate nerves, the muscles in my ass seizing up as my knees start to go weak. Reaching behind me, I grab his ass to anchor myself. My head rocks from side to side as I try to keep my gaze on the two of us in the mirror, hedonistically pushing my dick into his fist as he fingers me.

Kier adds a second digit, and I watch my eyes flutter as another wave of nirvana overtakes me. A slight sheen of sweat makes my torso glisten in the harsh light of the room, giving my skin an ethereal quality.

I’ve never felt so sexy.

Or debauched.

My chest heaves as Kier nuzzles along my neck, the rise and fall of matching the pace of the hand stroking my dick. Lips pink and parted, eyelids hooded with lust.

It’s like we’re the stars of our own private movie, and while surges of pleasure threaten to make my eyes shut of their own accord, during the moments in between I can’t take them off the two of us, and the sensual picture we make.

How is this my life?

Without warning Kier pulls away, and I’m empty. Another mewl passes from my throat.

“So hungry for my cock, Leanbh.” I hear the squelch of the lube as he coats his length and lift my eyes off my gyrating pelvis to find his gaze in the mirror.

Holy shit he’s beautiful.

Dark hair sinfully disheveled. Cheeks flushed with desire. Eyes hungry.For me.

I’m suddenly overcome with the need to taste him. To feel connected in every possible way. Turning my head to the left I seek out his lips, which meet mine in a kiss that starts as desperate and quickly morphs to tender, as if once we finally make contact our souls are content.

A soft growl rumbles up Kier’s throat as we hover together, breathing one another’s air. And we stay that way as he pushes inside, joining us completely.

My breath catches in my lungs as he enters me, the pleasure and pain mixing together to block out everything but the sensation of having my Maoin inside my body. Of feeling his arousal, and his love, and knowing I’m the reason for it.

The intensity of the moment very nearly tips me over the edge, and it’s only because I’m not breathing that I’m able to stave off the tremors of release.

Toes curling and cramping, I tamp down the urge to let go by focusing on the sensation of Kier’s soft lips pressing against mine. They anchor me enough to take a cautious breath, and my body slowly returns to Earth before I have to resort to counting.

Behind me, Kier shudders. “Okay?” he whispers against my mouth.

“Mmm.”

His tongue brushes softly along mine as he swivels his hips almost imperceptibly, testing my readiness. I clench in response, involuntarily, but the needy moan that accompanies it assures him he doesn’t need to wait any longer.

Sparks erupt along my channel as he pulls back, igniting anew when he pushes forward. And when his crown rubs against my prostate they combust in an explosion of bliss that has my cock twitching greedily.

The hands still clenching Kier’s ass flex as he leisurely spears his length inside me in a rhythm that matches the swipe of his tongue along mine.

Though no words are spoken, I hear what he’s saying all the same.

I want you.

I need you.

I love you.

As always seems to happen when we’re together, my heart is just as aroused as my body, building toward a release that’s as emotional as it is physical. We might be the epitome of obscene right now, positioned so we can watch ourselves fuck, but there’s an intimacy to this carnal display that resonates deep in my soul.

I think it’s the fact I can be both physically and emotionally exposed yet completely comfortable that makes my chest ache in the best possible way. As if my heart is so full my body can’t contain it, yet being joined to Kier means he’ll keep me whole.

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