Page 25 of Delayed in Venice

Breaking our kiss, I lift my left hand and thrust two fingers into David’s mouth, mimicking the movements of our cocks sliding against each other until my fingers were nice and wet.

I don’t waste time, slide my finger over David’s puckered hole and slip in. Hearing him moan, feeling him thrusting back onto my finger is pure bliss, and after a few strokes, I add another finger, scissoring them to get David ready for my cock.

Not wanting to stop fingering David’s ass, I say, “Baby, get the lube from the side table.”

David doesn’t waste a second, reaching over our heads to the drawer in the side table next to the couch and grabbing the lube. In this position, David’s hard, dusky pink nipples are right in front of my mouth, and I move to take a tight tip between my teeth and bite down, tugging it into my mouth.

Nibbling and licking until I hear David swear above me, I chuckle, holding out my fingers for David to squirt a generous amount of lube onto them.

Once David is back on his side, jacking both of us off and kissing me again, I start working my fingers back into David’s ass slowly.

Starting with one finger and working up to three. I stop when I’m confident that I’ve prepared David enough and won’t hurt him.

Spanning my hands around David’s hips, I roll, repositioning us until David is poised above me, straddling my hips.

“Does my future husband want to be fucked?” I ask David as he leans forward, his hands on my chest, licking a path from my throat up my neck until he whispers, “Please fuck me, hubby. Fuck me long and hard.”

Something snaps in me then, hearing David call me hubby. I can’t wait for it to be official. I want to go to the nearest Department of Home Affairs and get married right now.

But first, I want to fuck my pretty fiancé.

I tighten my hold on David’s waist, which I’m sure will cause bruises later, and lift him up. David instinctively takes my cock and steadies it as I slowly lower him, impaling him until I feel his cheeks resting on my balls.

I look down, and I’m mesmerised by the faint bulge of my dick as I penetrate his body. “Take what you want, baby. I’m yours.”

David throws his head back and rides me, pistoning his hips. I watch as my dick disappears into David’s tight hole. Love watching David’s cock bob as he moves his hips up and down, knowing that if I touch his cock now, he will erupt.

Instead, I caress his body, trail my short nails over smooth, sculpted abs, up his defined pecs and tug on his beautiful nipples.

Capturing David’s jaw in my hands, I draw him down, force him to slow his pace and kiss me. Force him to feel how I claim him, not only physically but emotionally as well.

We belong together. Belong to each other.

“You want to come, my Prince?” I groan as I thrust up and fuck him harder, using my core muscles to fuck him long and deep.

“Uh-huh,” David moans, his eyes closed, head thrown back in pleasure.

“Say it,” I growl.

“Make me come. Please, Sir,” David moans, gazing down at me.

“Anything for you, my Prince,” I say, taking David’s cock in my hand, and after a few strokes, I feel him clench around me, “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.” I groan. “Come for me, now!”

David coats my chest in cum, and I love watching him come, love feeling as if I’m marked with his scent. With David’s release, my own is swift to follow.

David doesn’t slow down at all; he keeps riding my cock until there is nothing left, until every drop of cum has been drained from my balls. Only then does he collapse on my chest, breathing deeply.

“I love you, David,” I whisper into his soft hair, caressing his back. Feeling completely satisfied and at peace.

This Christmas morning has been the best of my life. My plan worked out even better than I had anticipated and hoped for.

“I never thought I would get married,” David whispers into the crook of my neck. His arms hugging me tightly.

“Never knew I would want to spend the rest of my life with someone,” David continues, rising up so he can look into my eyes. “That is until you, Jonathan Craig De Witt. I can’t wait to start planning for our forever together.”

I feel a tear escape and lean in to kiss my fiancé.

“Our forever starts today, baby. Merry Christmas.”

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