Page 52 of Last Call Lindy Hop
I whined as he released my cock again, but my hips kept moving against his fingers. Then even they were gone, and every nerve in me needed.
I needed to come; to feel more of that incredible pressure against my sweet spot.
A familiar crinkle sounded and I opened my eyes to see Lance opening a condom packet. I watched with fascination as he rolled the blue latex down his length.
Our eyes met, and he gave me a gorgeous smile. “Ready?”
I nodded.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
I reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “I will.”
“It… might be easier if you turn over.”
I shook my head. “That would make it harder to watch you.”
He blushed. “Ok.”
I shifted, lifting my hips for him. Then he guided his cock against my hole. Another nod to confirm that I wanted this.
Lance pushed, and it was… well it hurt, but not as much as some research had led me to expect. But the pleasure immediately outweighed it.
The pressure, and the pain, increased, then he stilled as the head of his cock popped inside.
“You ok?” he asked, stilling to allow me to adjust.
I nodded. “Kiss me?”
He smiled and shifted to kiss me. It was just the distraction from the pain that I needed, and as I started thrusting against him he took the hint and started working deeper inside.
Lance shuddered as he stilled again, and I realized that he was fully inside me.
I moaned into his kisses as a sense of closeness washed over me. Having him inside was extremely intimate, and just so perfect. The heft of his cock was like an anchor tying us together. But.. somehow I needed more.
“I… I… I need…” I tried. “Move.”
“Want me out?” Lance asked, kissing my jaw.
“No,” I replied, rolling my hips. “Move.”
He chuckled and smiled against my lips, then my head fell back against the pillows again and I moaned at the feel of his cock dragging out and pushing in again.
Some part of me had always known that being with Lance was going to be good, but I was in no way prepared for how incredible it was. “Lance,” I gasped. “So good.”
“Mm-hmm,” he agreed, burying his face against my neck.
He shifted slightly, and I shouted again as his cock brushed my sweet spot. My fingernails scratched against fabric before I decided that I had to wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close.
“Eli,” Lance moaned in my ear.
I was incapable of speech as my nerves shot off fireworks of pleasure with every thrust. Instead I clung to Lance, clawing at his back as bliss coursed through me.
We traded sloppy kisses, moaning against each other’s lips, and I gradually became aware that Lance’s speed had increased.
I both wanted it to last forever, this connection with the man I loved, and needed to come more than I ever had before. My cock wept precum, and I rocked hard against his every thrust.
“Close,” Lance finally gasped between kisses.
