Page 71 of Needing Your Love
I could sink my cells into his, become a single entity with him, and I wouldn’t feel close enough to the sweet boy trembling beneath me. His hot skin rubbed against mine as he wiggled in attempt to make me move.
“Sutton—please. Fuck me already,” he begged, fingernails digging into my shoulders.
Flicking my tongue over his lower lip, I finally backed out, then rocked forward again while licking into his mouth.
He groaned and shuddered.
“We’ve only just begun, sweet boy of mine,” I murmured with a chuckle against his panting lips.
A sob ripped from his chest, and I clutched him tighter, gently loving on him with all my body, with every thought focused on showing him how special he was, how desired and appreciated.
He cried as I gently thrust in and out of his slick warmth, kissing the tears off his cheeks. “So good for me, Jimmy. Beautiful. Perfect boy.” My whispered words caused more salty droplets for me to lick from his flushed skin.
Lust demanded I spur us onward toward completion, but I reveled in the act of slow lovemaking, the type of intensity where emotions ran high and drew us together. Connected our hearts as firmly as it did our bodies.
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his, burying my cock deep in his greedy clutches. “Never knew it could be this way.”
“Need you, Sutton,” he croaked, pressing his face in my neck, clinging to me.
“I’ve got you, baby. Always. Promise.” Lifting onto my knees caused his hips to angle upward, and I added a snap to my hips I’d been holding back.
“Yes,” he hissed, his heels clenching my backside, ass spasming around my girth. “Right there—Jesus, Sutton—right the fuck there.”
I repeated the motion, watching his face.
A gorgeous grimace of the best kind of pain marred his brow. “Again.”
I gave my boy what he needed, thrusting against his prostate until he shuddered beneath me.
He gasped, blinking up at me. Wonder filled his eyes, baby blues darkened with desire. “You’re gonna make me come untouched, Sutton. Oh God—don’t stop.”
“Never.” Our gazes held, the connection between us deeper than anything physical. “Soak us both?—”
Whines rose past his lips as his dick throbbed, spurting wetness.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” I crooned, grinding against his prostate as his hole pulsed around me, creating a sticky mess between our stomachs. “So good for me, baby boy.”
He shuddered, gulping and whimpering until the milking around my cock ceased.
“Fuck yes.” I thrust hard a few more times to make sure his balls emptied.
“Sutton,” he murmured, his grasp on my body relaxing.
Pulling out, I placed us both on our sides, tugged him against me, and slid my dick back home where it belonged.
He groaned, clasping his hand on mine atop his lower belly. “You’re gonnakillme,” he complained.
I hummed an agreement, nuzzling against his hair, kissing his neck. “You’re going to give me another before I’m done.”
Jimmy whimpered, shaking his head. “You already wore me out.”
“One more, baby—I believe in you.” I took his soft cock in hand, chuckling when he tried to escape me. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Never!” He grabbed hold of my wrist, keeping my hand on his dick even though he had to be sensitive as hell. “Never. Don’t ever stop.”
I loved on my boy, whispered against his ear how perfect he was for me, how much he pleased me—how badly I needed him, slowly coaxing his shaft to hardness again.
“Arch for me,” I said, “help me stroke into you just right.”
