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A Week Later
“Please!”Riley drew the word out into a long moan.
“Please what?” My voice was surprisingly steady, considering that I was shaking with need.
“Put it in, for God’s sake. You’ve been torturing me for hours.”
I kissed his back. “Now, now. There’s no need to exaggerate. You usually like it when I eat you out. That was torture?”
“Come on. I need your cock.”
He was on all fours, breathing hard, his spine curved in a way that brought back memories of the hottest sex we’d had in Positano. I understood why he felt desperate because wehadbeen at it for a while. He’d sucked me until I was about five seconds from coming, and then I’d rimmed him, licking and tonguing his hole until he whined. When I switched to fingers, his ass swallowed them hungrily, and he complained when I pulled out.
He wasn’t the only one feeling unhinged. I needed to be inside him so much it felt like my blood was vibrating in my veins, so I knelt behind him, braced one hand on his lower back, and used the other to guide my cock into place. His holewas already slick with spit and lube. The way it was quivering, I halfway expected it to suck me in.
“Got to get inside you,” I said.
“The way I like it, okay?”
I pushed in slowly, following his instructions to do it his way. Inch by inch, he opened for me. It was the perfect pull, and when I was all the way in, balls flush against him, we both cried out.
“JesusChrist!” He dropped to his forearms. “I’ll never get used to how fucking big you are.”
I dug my fingers into his hips. “Thought you liked it big.”
He turned his head enough to glance back at me. “Iloveit. God, the way you stretch me open, the burn. So fucking good.”
“Shit.” I started moving, slow, deep thrusts that let me savor the heat and slick drag. I loved the tight suction and how his body clung to mine. I was so glad we’d gotten tested in Italy because it was amazing how good he felt without a condom between us. After pulling almost all the way out, I gripped his hips and drove in again. He groaned and dropped his head, pushing back to meet me.
“Yes, give it to me.”
I slammed into him so hard the slap of flesh echoed in the room. “Like that?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I did it again, and he clamped down like he didn’t want me pulling out again. We found our rhythm: when I thrust in, he shoved back. When he moaned, I answered with a growl. And when I cursed, he cried out like it lit something inside him. Slick with sweat and gasping for air, I held on while we drove each other harder.
He collapsed forward, but I grabbed him and hauled him upright, wrapping my arms around his chest and pulling him against me.
“Harder,” he begged. “Fuck me.”
My hips stuttered. Although the angle wasn’t ideal for pounding, I did my best. I grunted while I fucked him as deep and hard as I could.
“Yes!” he cried. “Like that.”
Drunk with lust, I bit into the flesh on the side of his neck.
“Fuck!”His head fell back onto my shoulder, and he shouted, “Love you.”
“Love you too.” My voice cracked because I’d never had anything like this. We weren’t just fucking; we were living a love so honest it stripped us bare.
I drove in again and held for a few seconds. “You feel so good.”
“Fuck me, fuck me,fuck me!”
