Page 56 of All of Us

He took a deep breath. “I want to make love to you. I need to be completely connected to you.”

I nodded. I needed him to know one important thing. “I haven’t been with someone in that way in years. None of the men I was with before felt right because it wasn’t you.”

Burying his face in my neck, he kissed me softly. He continued to roll his hips against my throbbing cock. Bolts of pleasure ran through me, making me want him more. My body longed to have him slide inside me, a desire I hadn’t had until Joe.

Quietly, he spoke to me. “It’s been four years for me. It was never good for me.”

He took the lube and moved between my legs, and I let my knees open to the sides. His lips were soft on the inside of my knee, then up my thigh. I took a pillow and propped it under my head to see him. My cock flexed. I already missed the contact of us rubbing together. Even though I knew what was coming, it was hard to be patient.

When he stroked my length, his thumb teased the tip, then rubbed my frenulum. I couldn’t control the full-body shiver the contact sent through me. He knew how to touch me—after all this time, he remembered—we had learned what we liked together, of course, my tastes had changed a little, but the very basics were the same. His hand moved to my balls, which he gently massaged, then slid further down, where his thumb rubbed against my taint.

“You are driving me crazy, Jacob.”

He smirked. “Yeah? I think you like it.”

He wasn’t wrong; each time he touched me, it felt like there was a live wire under my skin. It felt like there was nobody and nothing else in the world but now and us. Two fingers slid down my crack, then gently teased over my hole. Lube covered his fingers, and he slipped one into me easily. His finger pushed deep, then pulled out. The movement reminded me how good it felt to be filled.

“Oh, shit, Jacob. More, please.”

It wasn’t long before a second finger joined the first, and without conscious thought, I pushed against his hand. I wanted more, needed him deeper. Using those fingers, he worked me open, crooked his finger, and brushed across my prostate. I was glad I didn’t have a close neighbor because I was certain the noises we made were loud and filthy.

I raised my hips because I needed more, but I also knew how much Jacob offered. He wasn’t small when we were teens, and he had grown into a man everywhere. For both of us to enjoy it, I needed to be prepped completely. As I moaned with pleasure, I begged for more. I desperately wanted him to be in me. When he finally added a third finger, it was tight, but the stretch felt good, and I knew I’d have his thick cock before long.

He kept his fingers inside me but moved up enough to kiss me, then moved his lips over my neck and up my jaw. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Please. Yes. Please, Jacob.”

Based on the conversation we had when we had climbed into bed, I was comfortable with not using a condom. The anticipation made me shake, because I wanted him in me—needed him. I knew I wasn’t going to last long once he was fully seated, but I had to have him.

One of the sexiest things I had ever seen was Jacob between my thighs, his full throbbing cock in his hands, lining up to enter me. We never lost eye contact, as he slotted in my hole and slowly started to slide into me.

He had prepared me well. The entire head slipped inside of me, my eyes rolled back, it felt good, and I felt complete for the first time in twelve years. Jacob rocked in and out a little at a time. His thick, long cock went deeper each time, until he was completely inside me.

“Baby, you feel so good. You fit so perfectly around me.” Our eyes locked on one another, and our hearts beat together.

The moan he made when he was fully seated nearly sent me over. Tears slipped down my cheeks.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No. It’s heavenly. Jacob, you are here, buried in me, it’s everything I’ve wanted since you left.”

He leaned in and kissed me gently. “Yes. It’s more than I dreamed. Let me show you how much I love you.” While his kisses remained gentle, he moved inside me, his cock bumping my prostate, sending bolts through me each time. “I never stopped loving you.”

“I’ve loved you too, Jacob. Now, can you fuck me?”

He kissed me hard, his tongue heavy. “Yes, I most certainly can.”

He sat back on his heels and put my legs over his shoulders, changing the position we were in completely. The first stroke nailed my prostate, breaking me into shards.

“Holy shit. Again.”

He pulled back and drove into me again. My body lit up, and the pleasure was intense. He groaned and picked up his pace. Each time he pounded into me, my balls pulled tighter, and there was an intense tingle. I didn’t want this to ever end, but my body was going to make its own decision.

“Dusty, I’m sorry, but I am close.”

“I want you to fall apart, come with me, Jacob.” His strokes continued deep and sure. Somewhere, he managed to find a way to go deeper, and that was all I could take.

He let out a long, low growl, pushed in hard, and I could feel him swell inside me. The heat of his release was unmistakable as my orgasm hit me like a train, knocking the air out of me, the world going white, and my body found complete bliss—my cock had gone untouched. I pushed against him, both of us milking everything from the other that we could, riding waves of pleasure that made me gasp.