Page 71 of Wrap Around
Inside him. He wants me to come inside him. My cum. Inside. Deep, deep inside.
“Oh–”Thrust.“God–“Thrust. “Mmph– I’m coming, Gid–”
My mouth drops open and air leaves me in a rush as the orgasm rips through me. My cock pulses, and I keep thrusting, pushing it in farther, getting it deeper. It feels never-ending, like I could keep fucking into him for hours. I never want it to end.
So good. So damn good.
When I’ve emptied myself inside him, every last drop of my load spent inside his tight, hot asshole, I hold myself flush against him and rock. It still feels so good, and Gideon is squeezing around me, writhing and rocking with me. He’s moaning, holding onto me to keep me inside him, and his cock is hard. It had gotten soft, and I thought maybe I was bad, but now? He’s rock hard, and leaking. Still rolling my hips the way he’s directing me to, I take his cock in my hand and pump him in slow, tight strokes.
He cries out, “Yes! More– Oh,God!Silas!”
His breaths come in pants, and I can feel his orgasm from the inside. Before his cock starts to pulse, his ass is contracting around me, grinding down on me. I put more pressure on the angle that’s making him shake and grind.
“Fuuuuuck! I’m—OhGoooooooooddd—“ He moans, deep and guttural, and his cum shoots out, coating my hand, giving me more lube to stroke him hard and fast until he’s crying for me to stop.
I lean down and kiss him, not ready to pull out. When we’ve both come down and we’re ready, I get to my knees and pull out slowly. My eyes are glued to the way his hole is gaping open. It’s wet, but I can’t see any sign of my cum in him. Before it closes all the way, I touch a finger to his hole, looking up for permission. He nods, and I push one finger all the way inside, as deep as I can, and then pull out a finger covered in my creamy white cum.
Jesus.It’s almost enough to make me hard again. To make me want to really fuck him this time, hard and fast, to fill him up enough that it’s spilling out of him.
But Gideon pulls me down against him, and then in one swift move, rolls us so I’m on top.
“My turn, baby. I’m going to fuck you so good. I’m gonna peg that slutty prostate of yours and make you come so hard for me.”
God, yes.
We kiss for a long time, drawing it out, neither of us feeling pushed to rush anything alone. We kiss and touch long enough for both of us to be fully recuperated, ready and desperate for more.
And I do mean desperate. Like we haven’t been making each other come multiple times a day for the past two days. Like Ididn’t just come in his ass and work an orgasm out of him while I was still inside him less than an hour ago.
We moan and writhe ourselves into a frenzy. I’m panting, begging for more as Gideon gets me ready. He’s been opening me up little by little this whole time, not rushing the process. Every step has been a lesson in patience, in the pleasure he can give me. It’s not something that he has to do to make sure he won’t hurt me again, it’s something he wants to do. Something he enjoys and draws out, because it’s bringing us closer.
By the time he lines himself up against my entrance, there is not a shred of hesitation or fear left between us. And as he pushes inside me, I’m shocked at the difference. I knew that it wouldn’t hurt as much as that last time. I have a much better understanding of prep and how to relax my body after so much practice and coaching from Gideon.
What I didn’t expect is for it to be this easy, to feel this good. There’s definitely a significant stretch, a slight burn and ache that I know will fade, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s a mild discomfort at worst, and it’s kind of a turn on. I like the awareness of him sinking inside me, stretching me open and laying claim to my body. I look forward to the ache of knowing he was there when it’s over.
I bear down on instinct, and Gideon is able to slide all the way inside me. He stays there, flush against my body, for I don’t know how long. We’re content to stay like this, kissing and touching, until the need inside me is too great. Then he’s moving, a steady rolling wave that pulls me under and drowns me in love and reverence and pleasure. That spot inside me lights up with every stroke, building a different kind of wave. Gideon brings to me to the peak again and again until I’m crying for him to fuck me like he promised he would.
And he does.
Gideon hooks one arm under my right leg, forcing my body to angle just right. He’s no longer stroking my spot, he’s targeting it, hitting it dead on with each slow, firm thrust. My back bows off the mattress. I’ve got one hand resting on the arm holding my knee against my chest, the other gripping his ass for dear life, encouraging him to keep going. My toes are clenching and releasing, my free leg bent and pushing myself up to meet each thrust as they grow steadily faster and harder.
Unintelligible cries, moans, and declarations of love are shouted into the small loft space. They reverberate off the dark wood and mix with the sounds of skin meeting and desperate breaths, settling in the heavy air that blankets us. Fog builds along the bottom edge of the skylight above us, the light of the stars blurring behind the heat of our passion.
We come together on gasping breaths, Gideon crying out his love as my body clenches around him and pulls him down to drown with me in the waves of pleasure rippling through us both.
“I love you,” he says again, as we come up for a breath in the afterglow of the most perfect moment.
My mouth moves along his shoulder, not kissing as much as caressing his sweat slick skin with my lips, speaking against his skin. “I know. I love you too. Always have, always will.”
After, when we’re both soft and sticky and half-asleep, with me on my back and Gideon on his stomach, laying across my hip and trailing his fingers through my happy trail, I think that life couldn’t get better than this. Then Gideon whispers the best news into existence.
“I was thinking about selling the condo.”
A contented hum purrs in my chest as I reach down and run my fingers through his short, damp hair.
“Good. I wasn’t going to let you go back there anyway.”
I feel, rather than hear, his huff of laughter.
