Page 70 of Loving the Legend
He freezes. “Take a deep breath.”
Crawling up my body, he envelops my mouth in a kiss as he strokes my erection. When he sucks on my bottom lip, then bites it, I moan from the sting. His eyes resemble black ink as he watches me writhing and moaning.
On my next inhale, he slowly inserts his finger. He makes slow circles, helping my muscles stretch and relax.
“Mmm, you feel unbelievable,” he rasps, kissing softly against my lips.
He moves down my body again and takes my cock into his mouth while his finger fucks me.
I moan. “Feels s’good.”
He adds a second lubed finger and curves up while deepening his penetration.
Between the warmth of his mouth sucking me down and the stroke of his fingers, I feel the pull of an orgasm.
“Wait—shit, I’m close.”
Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he crawls up my body, kissing along the way, spending time licking and sucking my erect nipples. Retrieving a condom, he tries to tear it open, but his fingers slip. He wipes his lubed fingers on the washcloth that he brought from the bathroom. He really does think of it all.
“I’m going to prep you some more first,” he says, voice raspy with need. He starts to roll on the condom.
“Wait—I want to give you head.” My mouth salivates, staring at his glistening cock.
“I’m too close,” he says.
Damn.“Before you leave this bed…”
“Mmm,” he hums as his heated gaze rests on my lips while he sheathes himself with the condom. “It’s my favorite way to be woken up,” he says as he slicks the condom with a generous amount of lube.
The idea of waking Sid up with head…damn. I reach down and stroke myself.
“That turns you on?” He zeroes in on my erection as my slit glistens with pre-cum. “Going down on me when I sleep?”
“Yeah,” I grunt, stroking myself.
“Fuck…that’s hot. Have me anytime.”
He climbs back onto the bed and sucks me down again.
“Ngh—s’good,” I sputter. Inserting a finger again, he slowly builds up to three. His fingers curve in a come-hither motion, gently pulsing. He gradually increases the pressure, massaging my prostate over and over until the pleasure is blinding. My back arches off the bed and my eyes tear up. “Yes, mmm, fuck,” I cry, never ever wanting him to stop.
“Fuck. I’m going to come just from the sounds coming out of you.” He reaches down with his free hand and squeezes the base of his shaft as he laps up my pre-cum.
“I’m close,” I pant.
He pulls off of me and lines his cock up to my rim, rubbing his tip over my hole back and forth.
“Push out when I enter you.” Damn if his authoritative voice doesn’t go straight to my balls. “And breathe.”
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath. I mean, he’s not small.
He freezes. “Hey, we don’t have to go further today. We can take our time and work up to it.”
No way in hell am I backing out. I want this.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for months. I’m stretched. Come on.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
