Page 66 of Flights and Sights

“I’m close,” I said through gritted teeth, a death grip on the base of my cock as I tried to hold back my orgasm.

“Not like this,” he murmured. “Inside me. Please.”

“Fuck.” I plunged my cock back inside his body, hauling his hips higher and closer, and pounded into him desperately.

“I’m coming,” he murmured a few seconds later as his muscles tightened around me and his body stiffened, thick, white ropes spurting out onto his chest and stomach. His eyes were locked on mine. “Come inside me,” he said again.

It was too much to resist, and my orgasm tore through me, my cock swelling before it throbbed and pulsed inside him. I continued fucking him until the aftershocks had passed for both of us, and then I gently, reluctantly, pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to him.

Paxton quickly pulled me over for a kiss, sucking my tongue into his mouth and making me moan.

After a long, slow kiss, he pulled back. “I should let you fuck me more often,” he said. “That was fucking hot.”

I laughed and kissed him once more. “Talk to me again tomorrow, when your ass is sore and you can’t quite get comfortable sitting down.”

“Worth it,” he said simply.

We were both quiet for a few moments before I looked at him, tracing my fingers along his collarbone.

“I’m glad you decided to stay.”

I frowned, my brow dipping in confusion. “Stay?” I hadn’t canceled a trip anytime recently that I could think of.

“Instead of going on the Fermentation Trail,” he clarified. “I’m glad you stayed here in Foggy Basin. I’m glad you decided it was worth it.”

“You’re worth it.”

He shrugged but I could see his blush even in the dim light of the bedroom. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The End