Page 124 of Loving the Legend
I peer down at my neglected erection. I sense a mild pull to take care of it.
After ten minutes of resting against his chest and reading captions on the television, I gaze up at him. His eyes are droopy, and he’s starting to fade off.
“Hey, give me ten more minutes with you, then you can sleep.”
He groans but opens his legs for me.
Good man.
I suck him down until he’s hard and slipping down my throat. I pause at the bottom, loving the headiness of him filling my throat, constricting air.
His hand wraps around the back of my head as I bob on him. His eyes are closed when I pull off and lick a trail down to his balls, where I use my tongue to roll one into my mouth. I hum as I suckle on it.
“Fuuuuck,” he rasps, clenching the edges of the throw. When I’m done with his balls, I scoot down, slide a pillow under his hips, and wrap my arms around his thighs. His entire body trembles when I use the flat of my tongue to apply a slow lick from his taint downwards. I lick soft circles across his rim, and his thighs tremble between my arms as his low moans fill the room.
“I could eat you all night. You’re amazing.” I stroke my aching erection to release pressure. The scent of sandalwood emanating from him is intoxicating. I close my eyes and dive into licking and tasting him with shallow and deep strokes, alternating between licking and kissing his rim.
He babbles a mix of incoherent words and moans.
Mmm. Love those sounds.
“Uh, fuck, I need you,” he pleads.
I groan. All of this edging…fuck…I’ll probably explode the second I sink into him.
Pulling my tongue out of him, I crawl to the side table drawer and retrieve the edible lube.
“I need a few more minutes.” I squirt some lube into my mouth and sink my tongue back into him. I get lost tongue fucking and fingering him. He’s so open when I pull off.
I stroke myself with lube. “This is going to be quick.”
Eyes barely open, pupils blown, I drink in his blissed-out face and body. There’s nothing better than taking him apart.
I line myself up against his rim and dive inside.
“Oh, god!” I moan as he takes me easily.
As I press my forehead against his, I try not to blow.
I roll my hips slowly, eliciting a deep moan from him. Fuck me. It’s the best sound.
I suck on his tongue until I need to pull back for air.
“You feel unbelievable. Damn, baby. I love you," I say, thrusting hard inside of him and biting my lip with an equal force. His body trembles when I slide against his prostate. The friction of every stroke ripples through me with a heightened intensity. I close my eyes and dive in and out of him, drowning in the sea of our pleasure. His legs are wrapped around me when I lean down to kiss him again, eating up his moans. Beads of sweat trickle down my back. Every muscle in my body thrums with life. I’m barely holding on. He bites into his spot on my neck, and I come hard with a wail, unloading inside of him. He moans into my neck as he clenches around me. For the first time in weeks, a weightless high washes over me. I pull out of him and suck him down while fingering him. He comes with a force so powerful that his torso buckles forward. It almost seems painful. I plaster myself against his chest and catch my breath as he rubs lazy circles across my back.
After a long silence,where I think he’s knocked out, he clears his throat. “Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“You scared me when you called upset, and I couldn’t reach you after.”
I meet his gaze.
“I know from therapy that some of that has to do with Paul, but most of it has to do with you.”
I swallow roughly. “I’m fine—”
“That’s just it. I don’t think you are. I think you need help with the panic attacks and depression. I don’t want to—” His voice breaks. “Fuck, Ty, I can’t lose you.”
