Chapter Twenty-Three #3
“Fuck me,” Lulu gritted, squirming underneath Xavi.
“Fuck me with your fingers, lover.” And Xavi did.
Slowly at first, the sensation unreal and overwhelming, Lulu like silk inside, that small nub hidden deep within like a precious gemstone.
The sounds spilling from Lulu’s lips as Xavi prodded, stroked, and caressed that small nub again and again were obscene.
Raw pleasure, uninhibited by anything, pure lust pouring through Lulu’s body.
“Ahhh.” Lulu’s body shook, his skin layered with goosebumps, the color of caramel, or golden honey, perhaps.
“Oh my god,” he gasped, his hole pulsing around Xavi’s fingers.
Then, without warning, Lulu came on a shout, his entire body surging upwards, tight and tense with his release.
Milky-white liquid spilled onto his skin as Lulu’s cock slapped against his stomach, untouched.
“Fuck me now!” Lulu cried out. “Please.”
Withdrawing his fingers from Lulu’s hole, Xavi reached blindly for the condom, afraid that Lulu would dissolve into thin air if he left him out of sight for just a second.
Xavi’s eyes were fixated on Lulu, with his heaving chest and his sweaty bangs.
He unwrapped the condom and rolled it on.
Grabbing the lube, he poured some into his palm and lathered his cock with it.
He was just on the cusp of his own orgasm.
Watching Lulu, feeling Lulu come on his fingers had been such an aphrodisiac.
Lowering himself down on top of his lover, Xavi wrapped his hand around the base of his cock.
Lulu spread his thighs wider, his hole so inviting, a fine dusting of dark brown hair surrounding it.
Guiding his cock toward it, Xavi hesitated.
There was no coming back from this. Fucking Lulu would be the famous point of no return.
Like always, Lulu seemed to read his mind, though.
“We’re already past that point, amor. I don’t want to go back.” His voice was still strained from his recent orgasm. “I can’t,” his voice broke.
“I can’t either.” Xavi couldn’t. No fucking way he could.
It wasn’t until Lulu wrapped his arms around him and a deep, contented sigh left his body that Xavi realized he was inside him. That his cock was inside Lulu’s tight body. Digging his nails into Xavi’s ass cheeks, Lulu pulled him all the way inside, until his pelvis met Lulu’s.
“Move, oso,” Lulu whispered against his neck.
“Move with me.” And Xavi did, his body moving on its own, like it was made for this, like he was born to do this, always had been.
Born to love Lulu like this, their bodies connected in the most intimate and pure way.
His body took over, and for the first time in his life, there wasn’t a single conscious thought left in Xavi’s head.
Only lust and sensation and love. So much love.
They moved together, so in sync, so effortlessly.
Lulu was so soft, his touch so tender where his fingers whispered along Xavi’s skin, his lips pressed so gently against Xavi’s lips, his chin, his neck, anywhere they could reach.
“Te amo,” Lulu breathed. “Te amo mucho, Xavi. Tu eres mi vida. Tu eres todo para mi, amor.”
“You are everything to me, too, Lulu,” and Xavi realized he was crying, salty tears coating Lulu’s lips when he claimed them with a kiss.
Or perhaps they were Lulu’s tears because he whimpered beneath him.
“You have always been everything, cisne. I love you, too. Te quiero también. Para siempre.” There was no reason to hold back the truth, his truth, any longer. He was Lulu’s as much as Lulu was his.
A sense of serenity washed over Xavi as the world righted itself.
Then his body tensed, and a storm raced through him, pulling a blinding release from his body.
Lulu wrapped himself tighter around him, almost cradling Xavi, as he spilled inside Lulu.
His release felt never-ending, like it could go on and on, now that Xavi had finally allowed himself to let go.
Like it could continue forever, until a new orgasm would move through him, and he would come inside Lulu again.
“My first.” Xavi hardly recognized his own voice when he spoke. There was a strange lightness to it, like something had been purged from his body, from his soul. “You’re my first,” Xavi admitted as his breath settled. Lulu moved against him, sweaty and sweet. Deliciously debauched.
“And your last. There will never be another.” Lulu kissed the words against his temple.
“Never,” Xavi promised, and then he laughed.
He couldn’t help it. His lungs expanded with relief, and he laughed, a sense of almost carefree giddiness taking hold of his body.
“There will never be another,” he echoed Lulu’s promise, still laughing, and now Lulu was laughing, too, and Xavi heard it loud and clear, the relief in Lulu’s voice, because it matched his own. Relief. Pure relief.
“You’re it for me, Xavi.”
“You’re it for me, too, Lulu.”