Page 14 of Awakening
Swallowing me whole, saliva covering my rod as it easeddown his, he braced himself as he managed to take me down to the base and hold it there.
“You swallowing this dick so nasty, baby,” I encouraged him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my hips jutted forward.
I could feel my dick hitting his tonsils as he gagged and choked, trying to pull my load from me, but I planned to leave every drop in his tight, warm hole. Looking down at him one last time, I pulled Knox to his feet, kissing him passionately.
The rest of his clothing disappeared like water slipping through fingers as we made our way to the couch in the living room, where Knox fell forward across the arm, his beautiful, round ass in the air, waiting for me to sink deep inside it. Lowering to my knees, I spread Knox open immediately, kissing and licking his rim as I buried my tongue in his pretty puckered hole. His body jerked forward at the intrusion, but it wasn’t long before he began to grind his ass in my face, making my dick even harder. Dragging my tongue from his asshole down to his balls, Knox turned to face me, his incredibly hard, beautifully curved, girthy, 7.5-inch dick directly in my line of sight, so I did just that.
I tasted Knox, moaning my pleasure and satisfaction, “Mmmmm, you taste so fucking good.”
My jaws filled with saliva as I ran my fingers down his balls, to his taint, finally making my way to the same tight hole I’d just had bouncing on my tongue and filled with two fingers.
“Sssssss— ohhhhh,” he hissed in pleasure as I continued to ease his dick down my throat with enough pressure and suction to pull his nut from him.
“Daddy, I’m about to cum,” he cried out, fucking my face with more aggression, causing me to suck his dick nastier as I let more saliva run down his shaft and balls, adding a third finger to his ass.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkk,” he groaned out, finally shooting his pleasure down my throat, as I continued to rock my fingers in and out of his ass, swallowing every drop of him.
As he attempted to come down from the high his orgasm gave him, I stood, my skin pressed tight against Knox, where one wouldn’t be able to tell where the wild tangle of mouths and hands begins and ends. I paused, just for a second, standing in awe as I looked at Knox, not just his body, but his face, his eyes, the quiet behind all that fire.
“I missed you,” I breathed.
Knox cupped my face again, tender this time, “I never stopped missing you.”
The energy in the room was alive with heat, desire, and words that had yet to be spoken, but under it all, something deeper. Our rhythm wasn’t just lust, it was memory, trust, a promise that no amount of time or distance could undo what we’d always known: when we’re together, we’re home.
Knox kissed me again, slower this time, like he was savoring me, like I was something precious he refused to let slip away again. Our bodies moved in sync, hips shifting, chests pressed, each breath pulled from the other like we were trying to breathe the same air.
My fingers curled at the base of Knox’s neck, his legs wrapped around my waist. I relished in the weight of him, the warmth, the truth of him being back in my arms. I remembered his body, remembered his heat, as I pushed myself inside him, feeding his greedy hole every inchslowly, with tenderness as I stared in his eyes, his head falling back as I filled him to completion. My strokes were less hurried, more reverent.
“Maverickkkkkkk,” he moaned.
“Yes, my love, what is it?” I responded, his hard dick rubbing against me every time I stroked into him.
“You’re so deep, Daddyyyyyyy.”
“You used to love when I was deep in you. I didn’t forget a thing, Not one part of you. “ I murmured. Not one night.”
We continued to move together, breath catching, gasps turning into groans, our bodies reconnecting in a rhythm only we knew. This kind of passion was built from memory, from silence, from all the I-miss-yous left unsaid until now.
Reaching down, I pulled Knox up to me, chest to chest again. It wasn’t just for the heat. It was to hold him close, to keep him there.
“I—I, fuck Knox, you feel so good wrapped around me,” I moaned, my voice barely audible.
Knox’s forehead pressed to mine, “This is where you belong.”
The last walls between us fell, and what followed was more than just touch, more than hunger; it was a reckoning. The kind that leaves you marked, not bruised, but claimed. Overwhelmed with passion and emotion, I groaned my release as I came long and hard inside Knox.
As we attempted to catch our breaths, we sat on the couch, tangled in one another, my leg draped over Knox’s leg, fingers lazily tracing circles across his chest as the room remained charged with want and desire, but the silence was peaceful. Whole.
Knox looked over at me, “We’re not doing that again,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Doing what?”
“Conceding. Letting pride, fear, and ego be the reason we give up on what has been beautiful for so long.”
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, “Then don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” Knox said. And this time, I believed him, but as it stood, Knox lived in Santorini, Greece. So how could he stay when we lived worlds apart?
