Page 69 of Sunflower

“Come up here,mo lus na gréine.” He tugged me to my feet and brought me forward a step, our cocks sliding against each other and making my eyes roll back. “I want to lick you clean.”

There was no way I was going to say no to that, so I let him maneuver me where he wanted until I was leaning face forward against the wall, my head in the corner, my hands scrabbling at the tiles, and my ass sticking out with my legs spread while he kneeled behind me and ate me out one supple lick at a time.

With each slurp, he softened my rim until he pointed his tongue and dove deep, making me yelp.

“Oh, God. Callum… Don’t stop… Don’t ever stop…” My fingers tried to find purchase against the glossy tiles, anything to ground me against the flurry of sensation his tongue was wringing out of me, but there was nothing I could do, nothing to hold on to. I reached back and flailed until I found the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him forward to shove his tongue even deeper.

Moaning in delight, he reveled in my treatment of him and did exactly what I was hoping he’d do. Digging his fingertips into my ass cheeks, he spread them wide before doubling down on his feasting. I felt the flat of his tongue drag against my hole, once, twice, before he began nibbling at my rim. One hand disappeared, then the next, and then I heard a foil packet being opened.

“Yes… Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” I babbled, stumbling only when he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with a slick finger.

“Damn, you taste like the finest wine. Did you know that?” He worked his finger in and out slowly and steadily. “And you’re mine.”

“Yessss,”I groaned, my hand slipping from his head as he drew back from me. “All yours. Always. Forever.” I whined when he withdrew his finger, only for it to morph into a moan when he returned with two. Two deliciously slippery fingers sliding in and out, in and out, scissoring apart again and again to stretch me for his magnificent cock.

“That’s right,mo lus na gréine,”he murmured into my ear, startling me at how close he was. He chuckled lowly and leaned into me, his chest against my back pressing me against the tiles. “I’m going to fuck this hole every day, because it’s mine.” Nipping at my earlobe, he thrust his fingers hard and fast until I pushed back on them, panting heavily at the feel of him inside me. He removed his fingers again and slowly came back with three, stretching me ever wider. “Every day, for the rest of our lives—” He rotated his hand, searching, spreading his fingers as he went. “—this tiny pucker is going to take my cum—” He found what he was looking for and pressed hard against my prostate, making me cry out. “—and you’re going to crave every drop. Aren’t you?”

“Yes!”I wheezed, my mouth open wide as I gasped for air. “I want it!” My head started going fuzzy from all the distinct sensations sparking around my body. Sex had never felt this way before, like tiny explosions were going off around me, forcing my attention to jump from one thing to the next, never stopping long enough to let my mind focus on anything. Was there something different about a quick fuck with the love of your life that made everything feel a million times better? If so, I wanted it. I wanted it all.“Give it to me!”

Growling, he bit down on my shoulder, distracting me from the fact that he’d removed his fingers from my hole. I heard another wrapper crinkle, and I turned my head to the side just enough to see him sliding the condom down his length. I drooled at the sight of him slicking himself up until he moved behind me and out of my line of sight.

“Bear down for me,mo lus na gréine,”he murmured as the thick head of his cock pressed against my hole and waited. I took a deep breath in before letting it out slowly and bearing down as he’d requested. “That’s it…” He pressed in slowly, pausing when I had to take another breath to repeat the process. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

“Because we were made for each other.” When he crowded up behind me to press me into the tiles, I tilted my head back on his shoulder and moaned as he hit my prostate. “Right there. Jesus…”

Callum hummed and drew back slowly before thrusting in again, hitting that sweet spot dead on and making me cry out once more. He leaned down to suck against my neck and, as his balls met my ass, I scrambled at the tiles again. He shifted enough to nip at my earlobe while his hands found mine, interlacing our fingers as he drew back. “Brace yourself,mo lus na gréine.I need you too much to be gentle this time.”

“Oh, God.” I eagerly pushed against the tiles, bracing as best as I could before he slammed into me, punching the air out of me from the force.“Fuck!”

He kept a brutal pace, thrusting into me hard and fast, again and againand again, our groans mixing and echoing in the tiled room. I pushed back from the walls with all my strength, meeting him enthusiastically for every bruising press in.

This was the stuff dreams were made of.

He let my left hand go and wrapped his fingers lightly around my neck, gripping hard enough for me to feel it, but not hardenough to restrict my air. Tilting my head to the side, he nosed at my ear, licking and sucking at whatever skin he could find. “Christ, the way you’re strangling my cock…” He groaned as he punched forward again. “You’re a goddamn dream.”

My mind soared at the idea that even when he was pounding into me, our thoughts were so aligned that it felt like we were the same person, connected not only in body, but in soul as well.

Letting my neck go, his fingers danced down my body to strangle my cock. He pumped me once, twice before I exploded with a yell, cum pumping out of my dick in time with his thrusts.

“I love you,mo lus na gréine,”he whispered in my ear before losing his rhythm, then shuddering violently as he came inside me. “God, how I fucking love you.”

Leaning my head back, I gasped as my mind was flooded with a flurry of images, one after the other, most of which showed Callum making love to me in different ways, while in others I was taking him. Through it all, there was this overwhelming sense of pure love and worship that enveloped us both, only growing deeper as the images of us grew older and older. Emotion gripped me tight, and both Callum and I came again at the same exact time as the flickering images of all our future selves did the same.

“I love you, sweetness. Oh, fuck…!” I cried out again as our current orgasms looped with our future orgasms, creating this never-ending cycle of bliss and cum. I let go of the tiles and gripped him, one hand in his hair, the other reaching around to keep his ass against mine as my cock pulsed again and again. “Callum!”

“Don’t panic,mo lus na gréine.”He grunted as he wrapped his arms around me before collapsing onto the tiled floor of the shower, taking me with him. His own dick swelled in my ass repeatedly as he kept coming with no end seemingly in sight. “I’m right here with you. Let yourself feel it.”

“It’s so much…” The slideshow began slowing down, and not a moment too soon. My balls felt like they’d been drained until they were nothing but husks, and my mind felt like it had been hollowed out and all that was left was this wonderful floaty feeling. “I love you,” I slurred, patting his cheek clumsily before everything went hazy and I blacked out.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Joey

“Comebacktome,mo lus na gréine.”

The feel of warm water gently lapping against my skin slowly woke me. I was cradled against Callum’s chest in the bath while he scooped water over my skin. I still felt slightly woozy, but it was a pleasant sensation. “What… happened…?”

“There you are.” His arms tightened around me as he kissed the top of my head. “I think we got stuck in a feedback loop. It was my fault. You reacted so well with the vision of our children last night that I thought I could share a little more with you, but one thing led to another and things kind of spiraled out of control until you blacked out.”

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