Chapter Twenty-Six #2
I make quick work of freshening up, then come out to find a naked Eric waiting for me. He’s got the lube on the mattress and is slowly stroking himself.
“Come here, husband.” He quirks his finger, which should be cheesy, but I’m fairly certain I swoon.
I walk over to him, and we immediately embrace, mouths pulled together like magnets, Eric kissing me slowly, hands traveling down my back, over my ass, and back up again.
“I love this bubble butt,” he tells me.
“It likes you too.”
“It better.” Eric nips at my lip, and I groan in both pain and pleasure.
He kisses his way down my torso, stopping to lash each nipple with his tongue before continuing south. He kneels in front of me awkwardly because of the boot, and then strokes me, making me hiss.
“Suck me,” I tell him.
“Gladly.”
He takes me into his mouth, and I can’t keep my eyes off him. As good as it feels being inside his mouth, it’s nothing compared to seeing Eric on his knees for me, knowing I’m the only cock he’s had between his lips, the only man he’s tasted, kissed, fucked, touched.
He said I’m pretty, but God, he’s fucking breathtaking. “You’re so beautiful like this for me.” I cup his cheek while he bobs slowly on my dick, looking up at me. “You steal my breath, baby. I can’t believe I get to have you this way.”
The baby doesn’t escape my attention, but Eric doesn’t seem to notice.
I guide him along, even though he doesn’t need it, watching him savor my dick like it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth, gripping his hair when he pulls off and nuzzles my balls with his nose and his mouth, sucking and licking those too.
I’m already close to losing it, goose bumps running the length of my body.
“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I want to come with your dick inside me,” I say, teetering too close to the edge.
He pulls off with a pop . “Me too. I need you.” I help him to his feet, and he says, “Bend over the side of the bed. I want you like this.”
I gladly do it, going ass up for him. Eric stands behind me, grabs the lube, and slicks up his cock. “You sure this position is okay with your—” He pushes two fingers inside me. My eyes roll back. Fuck, that’s good. “Boot.”
“Yes.” He pumps his fingers in and out. “I’ll never get enough of your body, never get enough of feeling your tight hole around me, of this perfect fucking ass.”
I push back against him, loving the fullness of his fingers in my ass, but it’s also not enough. “Your cock. Give it to me. Want your load inside me.”
“Me too.”
He pulls his fingers out, and then it’s the blunt head of his cock pushing against my rim. Eric goes slow, letting my body adjust to his girth. My hands fist in the blanket, body tight with need for him.
“So good. So hot. Like you were made for me.”
I was. Doesn’t he know that? Doesn’t he feel it too?
Eric pushes the rest of the way inside me, then stops, bends over, and kisses my nape. “Thank you,” he whispers softly against my skin.
“For what?”
“For you.”
My breath catches, and then Eric is pulling nearly out of me before thrusting forward again.
“Oh fuck!” I call out, and he keeps going, pumping his hips, thrusting into me hard and fast. “God. So good. Yes. Keep going. I love it, love being full of you.”
“Me too. How did I survive without knowing what it’s like to be inside you?”
I push back against him, meeting each one of his thrusts. The room spins around me. My cock aches. I want this moment to last forever, but my balls are full and throbbing too.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, our breathing in unison, like a dance.
“I love it…so much,” falls out of my mouth.
“You do, don’t you? You love it when I make love to you.”
My heart stumbles over his words, over their possible meaning. “Yes, Eric. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Come in me. I need it.”
“I need you to come first.” He wraps an arm around me, takes my cock in hand.
His palm is slick with leftover lube, or maybe he took a moment to add more without me knowing.
He strokes me fast, matching his thrusts into my body.
I see stars, come apart, nearly die each time his dick brushes over my prostate.
“Fuck, I love you. Come for me. Come for me so I can fill you up.”
That’s all it takes. My body splinters apart, orgasm nearly drowning me. I shudder as I spurt my release all over the bed and Eric’s hand. He keeps fucking me through it, keeps draining my balls as I play his words over and over in my head. Fuck, I love you.
“I love you too,” I admit, and then Eric is saying my name, his dick twitching inside me, giving me his cum the way we both crave. He doesn’t stop moving until his balls are empty, and then he’s panting, leaning over me, his forehead against my back.
“We’re so good at this.”
I smile. “We are.”
He pulls out, and I immediately miss him inside me. I look over my shoulder when he pulls open my ass cheeks. “You have no idea how hot it is to see my cum coming out of you.” He rubs it with his thumb, then pushes it in like he doesn’t want any to escape me.
“You’re killing me,” I tell him.
“We’ll go together. Lie down.”
I collapse onto the bed, and this time, Eric cleans up my mess, then turns off the light and climbs onto the mattress beside me.
He pulls me close, my back against his front, and kisses my shoulder. “I love you.”
My heart soars. I still have no idea if he’s saying he’s in love with me, but for now, I’ll take it. I’m not willing to do anything to mess up this moment. “I love you too.”
It’s the first time I fall asleep before him, and I’m smiling the whole time.