NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU #3
His eyes meet mine, and his lips curve up into a smirk before he hovers back over me. He grabs my hips and pulls me into position.
“I’m not trying to keep you quiet, Qiang. I’m trying to fuck you so good that every person before me is obliterated out of your head. I want nothing there but me for the rest of eternity.”
“Like you haven’t already done that.”
The honesty from me is a lot right now, but the way he said that right on top of the tailspins he’s been sending me in, coupled with the mind-blowing pleasure, I can’t help it at this point. And really, I just don’t think I need to anymore.
I’m so used to keeping everything so tight to my belt, but with Marcus, he matches me so much in the emotional depth of this, maybe even more than me, really, that there’s just no fear of repercussion to my honesty.
Only the pure happiness that radiates from his gorgeous face every time I say something that reminds him I’m as deeply in this as he is.
Marcus’s eyes meet mine with so much damn hope that it only solidifies the need to be more openly honest about my feelings for him.
“Yeah?” he asks, but once again, he renders me speechless when his cock slowly but steadily fills my hole.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” I moan out.
He must be too far gone because his brow is furrowed with concentration, and his jaw is dropped in ecstasy as he slowly inches inside of me while watching my face for any sign of discomfort.
I watch his expressions right back, seeing the way each inch inside of me unravels more of him above me. The sheer vulnerability that hits his eyes as he slowly fucks his way into me.
Between stretching with the plug and his slow, steady progress, the burn is minimal, and the ecstasy is high. Marcus’s dick is above average, but not the largest I’ve ever taken. I don’t know if it’s the angle or if it’s just because it’s him, but it’s the fullest I’ve ever felt.
Once he bottoms out, he just stays still and takes a few heavy breaths, his eyes planted reverently on where our bodies are connected. After a couple of beats, his eyes meet mine, a mixture of lust and vulnerability in them, with that possessiveness that shows up sometimes laced in there too.
“It’s a really good fucking thing because this hole is mine now. No one gets to feel this again but me.”
I almost want to crow when his possessiveness wins out.
I shouldn’t love it as much as I do, but I really can’t help it.
When he says things like that, it reminds me that I’m not just a passing fancy for him to play with.
I’m someone he wants to keep, to claim as his own.
And fuck, if I don’t want to be his permanently and completely.
“Then carve your name in it,” I growl out.
“With fucking pleasure,” is the last warning I get before he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in full force.
My toes curl and my back arches as a long hiss escapes me. His eyes meet mine to make sure I’m okay, and I whine out a heady, “more.”
The plea is all it takes. He leans down and kisses me thoroughly while he rolls his hips into me steadily, his cock burrowing deep inside and making my body writhe in pure ecstasy.
My arms are wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and just as I’m getting used to the pace he’s set, he shifts and pulls us up until we’re sitting, and I’m straddling his lap. His hands curl under my thighs to anchor me and pull me into a deep kiss while he starts fucking his hips up into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan into his mouth.
“You feel so fucking perfect, Qiang. You feel how perfect we are together, don’t you? How much we were fucking made for each other,” he breathes into my mouth, and I can’t dispute it at all.
I’ve never felt so perfectly connected to anyone during sex. Every single thing about this with Marcus is so different from anything I’ve ever experienced that it’s like a completely different act.
And then the thought renders me speechless as the realization hits. I mean, I was already kind of speechless, but still. Because this isn’t anything I’ve ever done before; even the one time when I thought I had done this, I really hadn’t.
This isn’t sex; it’s making love.
That’s been what this is all along. While I spent months going back and forth and denying my feelings, in the background, I’ve been steadily and completely, not just crushing on this guy, or liking him more than anyone I’d ever liked before, but falling head over heels in love with him.
I don’t just want this; I don’t just like him. I’m in love with him.
I don’t know what makes my head spin more, the revelation, or Marcus shifting us again until I’m on my back and he’s hovering above me.
He grabs my hips and yanks me to him, thrusting his cock deeply back into me, and all the thoughts in my head dissipate.
They can wait for now. Sex isn’t the time to be dropping the L-bombs anyway.
“Where’s your mind?” he rumbles out, pulling me out of my head.
“Right here on how good you’re fucking me,” I groan out on a series of moans.
Without stopping his steady thrusts, he makes a point to drop his head and take a good, long look at me.
“You should see how pretty you look right now. You’re so fucking stunning like this, all flushed and arched back with pleasure on my cock.”
“Make me come and see what you think of how I look then,” I hiss out, so close to the edge I feel like I could literally die from it.
“Fucking on it,” he drawls and intensifies the pace.
Not just the speed, but the roughness too. It’s just the perfect touch of pain added to the pleasure. That perfect spark is keeping me completely centered on the ecstasy of his cock carving its name into my hole.
I don’t know whether I should be embarrassed at how quickly the gates of a second orgasm are opening here. But I can’t really find it in me to care when it feels so good.
His face is burrowed in my neck while he thrusts into me, his breath against my ear, and the grumbles of satisfaction are billowing roughly from deep within his chest.
It’s not even just my pleasure, which has honestly been my only point of care for so many years now it’s ridiculous.
But now it’s focused on his, too. I’m not just reaching that breaking point as fast as I am because his cock is doing a damn fine job, but also because this amazing man, whom I love–fuck, that’s gonna take some getting used to–is falling apart all around me in the process.
I rake my nails down his back, my spine tingling as my orgasm creeps closer.
“You’re more than anything I’ve ever dreamed or imagined, Marcus; you’re everything,” I almost whine in his ears.
A delicious shudder runs through his body at my words, and a stilted moan makes it out of his mouth. The sound is so raw and vulnerable that it’s that more than anything that has my orgasm crashing through the gates. I cry out Marcus’s name as my cum spills between the two of us.
“I’m right here with you, pretty,” he moans in response as his body tenses, and I feel the hot gush of his cum filling my hole.
A broken breath punches out of him as his orgasm breaks its grasp on him and starts to come down.
He falls forward, his nose burrowing into my neck as we both come down from our highs.
“I should have done this in a different position so I could have watched my cum drip out of you when I pull out,” he laments into my neck.
I huff out a laugh because of all the things to worry about now, even though it felt really important earlier when he’d first mentioned it.
“Well, we can save it for next time, and that frees this time up with you just staying buried in me for now,” I tell him, lightly trailing my nails down his back.
“Not ready for me to pull out?” he asks with a lazy tone mixed with amusement and affection.
“Not by a long shot,” I murmur back.
“You came untouched,” Marcus observes with a slight touch of awe in his voice.
“Well, it was a really good dicking down,” I point out, while holding onto the back of his neck to keep him up against me.
“Hands down, best sex ever,” he rumbles against me.
“Nothing compares to you,” I murmur back.
He lifts his eyes to me with a massive smile on his face, even all fucked out like he is; that tangible sunshine is cracking through every part of him.
“I’m so fucking happy, Qiang,” he says enthusiastically, bouncing up and kissing my lips quickly before fluttering a series of kisses across my face until I’m giggling and trying to move away from his onslaught.
His arms tighten around me, and he snuggles back down with a contented sigh, and I can’t help but giggle again.
I tighten my arms around him as we snuggle down for a few minutes and revel in the afterglow before we have to get up and shower.