Page 23 of Say You Will

We stuttered together at first until finding our rhythm. He egged me on, demanding harder, faster, more. I gave sharper, quicker, copious. Pulling on his shoulders as I thrust forward with my pelvis, grinding in circles, milking every bliss-filled noise I could from him.

I caught his thighs and pushed them up, changing the angle of entry and gaining deeper penetration. He held one leg, and I the other. He grabbed at my shoulder when I went for his cock. Wrapped around it, I gave him the friction he wanted. He rocked into my fist, then onto my cock, with me meeting him halfway, and then all the way he went, coming over my hand, his body shaking with his orgasm. I worked him through it, still pushing inside him, still stroking his dick.

“D. D. Come on, D.” he whimpered, cajoled, demanded. Each continued utterance gaining strength, his body doubling down, tightening around me. He pulled me to him, attacked my mouth, reaching around my thinner body and cupping my ass. His fingers crawled lower, into my crease. I could feel them stretching for my asshole. Wanting them there, I bent him more, giving him access and allowing him to enter me. He rubbed the edges, denying me what I now wanted, needed, wished for.

I shoved my face into his neck and begged. “Please…”

As he slipped the tip of a single digit inside me, he whispered, “I love you,” and I came undone. Shuddering, white filled my vision, black followed in its wake, then the pale arc of his shoulder as I opened my eyes. I lifted to take in the hazel I loved so much.

Aftershocks rocked me and we both groaned, then laughed. I’d never tire of this. Our connection of bodies, minds, and souls. Our hearts entwined today, and I made a wish for its continuance.

Forever, and one day more.