Epilogue #3
I exhaled, my hot breath washing over the bare skin above his cock just as he pulled the waistband over the tip and let me suck him in.
The flavor of his precum coated my tongue as he filled my mouth and pushed deeper into my throat.
It only took a minute for my throat to relax, and then I swung my head back and forth, taking him deeper with each move.
He loved to push the limits, and I loved to be tested.
When his cock slid deeper in, forcing me to hold it in my throat and stop breathing, to choke on it until saliva trickled out of my mouth, I felt that I was the hardest ever.
I didn’t dare touch myself as a choked noise erupted from me and over his length.
I didn’t dare touch myself even when he pulled himself out, letting me breathe.
Even the lightest caress of my length would make me explode as I heaved air into my lungs.
“Good boy,” he whispered. I glanced up at his heated face, my eyelashes batting against the tears in my eyes. They were a reflex and nothing more, but they made me look sexy to him, and I knew it.
I licked my lips and opened my mouth for him again, taking him deeper and deeper until he buried himself balls-deep in my mouth and throat, all his muscles trembling, his fingers running through my floppy hair.
I forced myself to remain still, but the instincts of my body were fighting the force of my will.
I grabbed his hips and held him inside of me just like that, his cock lodged in my throat, and oxygen just a distant wish.
My abs tensed and trembled, and my feet thrashed.
Finally, he pushed me back and pulled out, a string of saliva stretching from the swollen head of his cock to my chin.
I wiped myself with the back of my hand while Sawyer dropped to his knees.
He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me softly, soothing whatever ache he imagined he’d placed on me.
There were none. My heart thundered with pride that I could please him better than anyone, and my body burned for the pleasure he could offer me in return.
That he did. His right hand moved from my upper back, traced my spine, and slid between my cheeks.
I was still wet when Sawyer pressed his index finger against my hole, and I forced myself to relax and embrace him.
My abs tensed as I pushed lightly, making myself just loose enough for his finger.
And when he entered me, I neither flinched nor clenched.
I embraced him. Quite literally, I tugged his hips closer to me.
We kept kissing, but his hips swung back and forth, our cocks trapped between our bodies and all the while, he probed me gently with one finger.
I exhaled as he bit my lower lip and pulled it back, our eyes flicking open seemingly at the same time. He smirked, his teeth still holding my lip in a gentle, tingling bite. Then, he released it, and I murmured, “Fuck me, Sawyer.”
As if some invisible force pushed us, we toppled onto the soft carpet covering most of the hardwood floor in my room.
I lay on my back, legs spreading and coiling around Sawyer’s waist as he laid down on top of me.
He wiggled down just enough for his cock to settle itself along my taint, his abs pressing against my cock and stomach.
Each contact made me shiver, but I enjoyed this tender torture as much as I enjoyed a breath of fresh air or a hot shower after a hard day.
Hell, I enjoyed it more than that. It was like a hot chocolate on the first day of snow.
It was like Christmas, but sinfully aflame.
Everything Sawyer made me feel was unique to him. And it was so much more than my wildest expectations that I never, even in sheer curiosity, wished to know what others felt like in Sawyer’s position. He was not just enough, but the perfection sculpted to my exact shape and size.
And when he held himself in a strong grip and searched for my entrance with the tip of his cock, I released a shuddering sigh of pleasure, pulling myself up to make it easier for us both. He leaned in, his cock pressing hard against my hole, and waited for a nod from me.
Feeling his bare length on my skin was even better than before when we’d used protection. Since we’d gone exclusive and resorted to PrEP, the sensation seemed to be infinitely more intimate. He was mine in all the ways, just as I was his.
The nod he waited for came easily. There was never any doubt about that.
And Sawyer sank into me with careful moves, probing me and watching my face for any sign of wincing. When he found none, he pushed himself deeper, crossing the first inch and filling me with the next.
My breath hitched, and he jerked back, letting the pulse of pain melt into warmth, then tried again.
It took me a few heartbeats to adjust to the sensation, as always, but when I did, not a sliver of pain remained.
The feeling was something inexplicable. It was indescribable.
Words could never do it justice. There was an element of fearful anticipation to it, suspending me in expectation of a searing bolt of pain that never came.
And, as seconds ticked away, even that anticipation dissipated.
In its place, an explosion of new and unique feelings sparked to life.
My heart drummed with joy, drowning out all the other sounds, and warm tingling spread through my body.
But it was when I set my hands on Sawyer’s hips and nudged him to reach deeper into me that the true and fascinating feelings occurred.
The head of his cock rubbed against the place of my pleasure, and everything in me was suddenly alert.
Neediness filled me like an abstract itch I couldn’t physically reach.
The back of my head rubbed against the carpet.
My eyes rolled for a moment before I focused on Sawyer’s blissful expression.
My chest shivered as my boyfriend’s pace intensified, and the slow probing morphed into ramming and slamming.
He filled me deeper and harder, fucking my brains out in every sense of the phrase and shattering my world once again.
Each time, he broke me into pieces and put me back together, giving me new discoveries in the pleasures of our bodies.
I was not silent. Not for a long time. Freely, I let myself moan and spill profanities that were meant for his ears only.
Calling myself names for him, urging him to do me harder or love me fiercer or go in deeper.
Then, when the sensation was so intense that my mind was spinning, I begged him to slow down and keep the pace just so, rubbing against my prostate at a slow, sensual pace that seemed to make the tips of my fingers tingle and my toes curl.
“Faster, please,” I begged again, seeking my needs. “Please, I’m…so…close.”
Sawyer gripped my throat with both hands and gazed into my eyes, leaning in so close that the locks of his hair fell down and tickled my face, his nose nearly touching mine. Sweat covered us both, and his dripped slowly onto me as he impaled me harder and faster, kicking moans and cries out of me.
The constant stimulation held me at the very edge of my orgasm, never pushing me over but never giving me a moment of rest. I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his lips against mine, a moan bursting out of me and into his mouth in an instant.
I used my other hand to hold my itching, pained cock and gave it the gentlest rub that sent me over the edge.
It was as explosive as ever, my teeth sinking into Sawyer’s lower lip. My cock throbbed rapidly, my hole clenched with it, and the constant pounding of his body against mine sent sputters of hot wetness splashing between our torsos.
Sawyer growled, leaning deeper in and fucking me just the same against the rapid tightening of my hole around the base of his cock.
And when I felt him throb in me, white light spiderwebbed across my vision.
We were so united and inseparable, his cock filling me down to the last fraction of an inch, throbbing, spilling cum into me, and I tightened around him until his eyebrows rose in painful amusement.
He let out a strained chuckle. “Fuck, Noah, that feels…oh, fucking amazing.”
I exhaled and heaved for a breath of fresh air, looking into his eyes until his cock calmed and the height of the sensation passed through me.
We blinked, the dim lights making sweat glisten on Sawyer’s handsome face.
His brown eyes caught a twinkle of the lamplight as we shared a smile that began shyly but grew and grew.
“I love you, baby boy,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” I said earnestly.
He moved, sliding out of me, and I longed to feel him in there again.
His absence was only soothed when he kissed me, hopped up, and extended his hand.
I grabbed it, and he helped me up, then led me straight to my bed.
Neither of us cared that we were sweaty and covered in the mess of my climax.
Not just yet. We would care about that in a minute.
For now, I surrendered myself to his love.
It blazed like a wildfire. It was a tornado that swept everything into its massive whirlpool.
It was anything and everything all at once.
We lay on our sides, Sawyer behind me, his body folding to fit every bend in me.
His cock, softer but not yet entirely down, nestled between my cheeks, and his chin pinned between my shoulder blades so that he could kiss the back of my neck.
We lay there, silent, catching our breaths, and let the heat of our bodies rise as our hearts calmed.
And as we lay there, my thoughts whirled through time and space. We had a little place of our own. Sawyer got his representation and I discovered the immeasurable joy of teaching. We upgraded to a larger place and we traveled. His fame grew and my students thrived.
We were happy.
And the rest of our lives began.