Page 70 of Needing Your Love
And this time?
I didn’t stay passive, letting him explore. Sliding my tongue between his lips earned me a groan from his chest, and I licked over that tooth that had always intrigued me, a reminder that no man was perfect, no matter how much he appeared to be.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured against my mouth, and my chest swelled, flying like a kite.
But I didn’t fear the crash and burn this time.
I clung to him and wrapped my legs tight around his hips, forcing his hand from my dick.
Sutton gave me his weight, sliding his arms beneath my shoulders and holding me while we exchanged exhales and slow, searching kisses. His hard cock pressed against my taint, and I moved, grinding myself against him.
His saliva had wet my pucker enough that if I could only scoot just so…get his tip against my entrance…
“Ung.” I groaned along with him, bearing down to let him in—but he didn’t push. Simply rested his thick cockhead against my hole.
A slow leaked exhale left his lips as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Lube.”
“Don’t need it,” I assured him, but Sutton backed off, grabbing the bottle from where he’d set it on the mattress by my hip.
“You might enjoy the sting of being fucked without lube, but I want you wet. Soaked and so slick that I can sink into you without marring your beautiful face with a grimace.”
My throat tightened, and I nodded, watching him as he dribbled lube onto his fingers. He circled my hole with two before pressing. Both digits eased in without difficulty, and yeah, he was right. Lube was the better option.
He gathered my shaft in his hand again while stretching me open, gentle, slow glides when I was at my wit’s end again already. Biting my tongue, I let him have his fun as he added a third finger and eventually toyed along my stretched rim with his pinkie, teasing the hell out of me.
“Put it in.” I pushed against him to prove myself capable of taking whatever he would give me.
“Mmm.” He leaned down and kissed atop my heart but didn’t penetrate me further. “Some other time. Need inside your littlehole, Jimmy. Want to feel this heat swallowing my dick,” he murmured stroking over my prostate.
“Fuck, Sutton—please!” I undulated, fucking myself on his thick fingers.
He sat back and slowly withdrew from my ass, leaving me empty.
I whimpered, and he made shushing noises while soaking his shaft with lube.
Flutters attacked my chest like a million butterflies, and I panted, licking over my lips to ease the dryness.
Shifting atop me once more, Sutton held the base of his dick and lined up as I clutched at his ass with my heels. “Okay?” he whispered, pupils blown but full of concern.
This dear, sweet man.
I pulled him closer, holding his face again so he could clearly see the truth in my eyes. “Yes.”
He pressed in, filling my ass, my heart, and my soul, with one slow glide that felt like coming home.
Chapter 27
Sutton
This.
Right.
Here.
I groaned, forehead against Jimmy’s, luxuriating in how well he fit around me, how perfectly his body had welcomed me. Tight heat sucked at my granite-like cock as he clenched and released around my shaft.
While finally being inside him had my instincts roaring to fuck and mark him with my cum, I’d waited too long. Wanted to draw out this moment, make it last. Physically being one with Jimmy after fantasizing and dreaming about him for the past couple of years soothed me as much as it excited me.
