Page 47 of Uncharted Desires
A moan that’s hard to ignore tears out of Blake’s throat and his hips are still in the air, letting me take charge.
And now, I’m exactly where I wanted to be.
I shift my pelvis every few shoves, searching for the right angle. It doesn’t take long, and when Blake’s muscles clench around my cock, making my vision blur, I know I’ve hit the spot.
Blake’s body drops back as he props his palms behind him, and I pound into him with all the vigor I possess, the head of my cock brushing over his prostate every time.
Everything happens at once, then. Blake clenches around me, his hole squeezing my cock impossibly tight. His body jerks up, and he drops to his forearms, his head stopping just inches above mine, and his hips start rolling once again, meeting each of my thrusts, taking me as deep as humanly possible.
I grab the back of his head and pull it down, crushing our lips together and shoving my tongue inside his mouth.
I drink his moans, marveling at every little sound he makes, all my senses on high alert, my hand gliding effortlessly along his cock that’s trapped between our bodies.
I’m right fucking there, and for a second, I fear I won’t outlast him.
But then, Blake's teeth sink into my lower lip, pain mixing with pleasure in a sensual cocktail, and on the next drop of his hips, he stops his movements, his entire body shaking against mine as he spills inside my palm.
I squeeze my eyes shut and fuck him through his orgasm, assaulting his prostate with every push.
He breaks the kiss and all but screams, and when his head drops, his forehead leaning against mine, I can’t take anymore.
I’m moaning loudly, my voice mixing with Blake’s into one as my cock pulses, and I bury myself inside him, white-hot orgasm consuming me, dragging me into a different dimension, one where only Blake and I exist.
The last of my come shoots out of me, wild tremors still going through my limbs even after it’s all over.
My senses come back slowly. Vision first, then hearing, and then the smell of Blake’s cologne mingled with sweat and sex makes its way to me.
And before my thoughts settle and I have time to relish in my post-orgasmic haze, Blake lifts his hips, my spent cock slipping out of his hole, and he rolls over and lies on his back by my side.
I grab his shoulder and drag him back on top of me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
His eyes are closed as he puts his entire body weight on top of me, face buried in the crook of my neck. “I thought you liked your space,” he mumbles against my skin.
It seems ridiculous now. “Fuck the space. I don’t need it.”
Truth be told, I don’t think anything anymore. I don’t need anything other than the man resting on top of me.
He lets out a content-sounding sigh, and I kiss the top of his head.
I’m not usually one to doubt myself because I usually don’t care enough. But not this time. “So? How was it?”
“Hmm. I’m thinking B minus.”
I chuckle, my ribs cracking under his weight. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.”
He lets out another sigh and lifts his head, his eyes searching my face. “I think it’s the best I’ve ever felt.”
And who would have thought my heart would falter at that? “Good. There’s more where that came from.”
He smiles, his eyes barely open. “I hope so.”
I’m not sure how long we lay like that, Blake breathing steadily against me, me stroking his back. Time seems like such a foreign concept right now.
Finally, Blake rolls off me, both of us wincing, the dried-out cum pinching our stomachs as they separate.
