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In the clouds. High above our bodies. Flooded with a pleasure I had never known.
I’m not sure if I even breathed for a few heartbeats. At some point, I took in a breath as I remembered we were still in bed.
Alex’s chest rose and fell as he kissed my face, whispering amorous words.
The room cooled as sweat covered our bodies like dew settling at twilight. We continued to come down as we kissed gently. I didn’t want to pull out, as if disconnecting from him meant we’d never do this again. He seemed to read my mind, staying as he was. We rotated so that he was on his back, legs spread wide around me, letting me stay inside him as we kissed and kissed.
You’re everything to me, I thought.
Eventually, Alex moved in a way that gave me the hint. I pulled out gently, then lay beside him. We were both on our backs, hands locked together, as our breathing returned to normal.
I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed the back of it. He rolled to face me and ran his free hand across my chest.
“So. You love me, huh?” he said playfully.
I snickered. The seriousness of our lovemaking suddenly bursted and I was okay with it. “With all my heart.”
“Good,” Alex said. “Because you have all of mine.”
Thatseemed to renew something within me. I rolled atop him, another deep kiss. My cock hadn’t fully softened from earlier, but it stiffened further.
Alex’s legs opened and wrapped around my waist, ready and willing again so soon.
Our night never ended. We stayed up until dawn. Our second time was much slower than the first. Our flesh became one, hearts beating in sync. I love yous whispered as punctuations to paragraphs of endless pleasure. He was everything to me, and I to him.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alex
WEDIDN’TLEAVEthe house. Something within Rome unlocked. Where he was once gentle and courteous, he became ravenous and selfish.
And I loved it. I was his for the taking and he never had to ask anything of me. I opened the gate for him to pilage whatever he desired. We rotated our time between the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. I had been determined to relax myself and take him fully in, a pleasure he hadn’t known yet. My opportunity finally came at the end of a long day after a few hours break where we hydrated, showered, and crashed back into bed.
By then, Rome had been well acquainted with my microexpressions, the hitch in my breath, the tremor of certain body parts. It was as if he took a day to study every movement to lock in what brought me the most sensation. And really, should I have been so surprised? He calculated every movement out on the field and he treated the bedroom no differently. The bed was a diamond and my body had three bases and a home plate. He knew when to steal each, when to slide, went to stay.
He had me on all fours with my head pressed into a pillow. Rome kneeled behind me, three of his fingers massaging my prostate and watching how I wiggled my hips in a certain way forhim to hit the spot. My lungs let out a continual moan into the pillow. I could have easily jerked myself off with three, maybe four strokes at the most. I had already come twice that day and I was still surprised to learn the easiness of a third.
Rome knew it, of course. He reached around with his free hand to stroke my cock once or twice with long pauses in between. Enough to bring me right to the edge, then back off. My balls stayed permanently tight against my body, a hair trigger from emptying. He kept me in that state for an indeterminate amount of time. Edging on ecstasy shoved the concept of time out the window and embraced moments measured only in distance from ecstasy.
When enough time, according to Rome, had passed, he swapped out his fingers for his lubed cock. By now, the press of the head into my ass didn’t bring alarm. I backed into it with the ample leverage I had staying on all fours. I did the work for him while his hands went to my hips. I backed into him until I reached halfway down. From there, I let him pull in and out, guiding my hips with his hands while he stayed to the top half of his long cock.
I leaned into the feeling of his hard dick dragging against my prostate. I looked over my shoulder to gauge his reaction and studied his face. His mouth had been dropped open as he took in air. His eyes found mine and I bit my lower lip. He slapped my ass then and I let out a grunt. Something new for him. Like everything else the past twenty-four hours, I loved it. I grunted again and he took the hint. A second slap, this one harder. I let out a guttural sound, something feral. Primal.
Give me more, it said.
Intuitively, Rome understood. His thrusting became more ferocious as I leaned into each one. He still held back a fraction, careful not to go deeper, but I wanted that to stop. It was time for more.
I backed deeper onto him with each new thrust. I could hear the sharpness in his breath as I worked my way down. Inch by inch of Rome’s long, incredibly hard cock as thick as a bat.
Slapped my ass again, as if to encourage me. With a final thrust, my ass pressed against his groin. He made a noise, a mixture of pleasure and surprise. We stayed still for a moment. He knew to give me time to adjust. My hyperventilating might have given that away. Gently, both his hands worked at my ass cheeks, massaging, then running around my waist as if to soothe me.
Pain had temporary blinded me to the pleasure. I thought I could move past it but was wrong.
Breathe, I told myself.You’re his. Give yourself to him. All of you.
Slowly, I pulled up. All the way to the head of his cock, then thrust back down, long and slow.
Damn. The moan that came out of me as I sank all the way to the base of his dick. Everything hit just right. I pounded my fist into the bed as I worked myself back up, then down again, this time faster.
