19. Chapter Nineteen #4
“No, that would have been too pushy for me in the eyes of the world. I longed to do so but the show, and the school, and Soline strongly advised against it. The power had to be yours to wield. If you left after the show for America then that was your decision. If you came to me that also your choice.” He lifted his cheek from my chest to look at me.
“You understand, yes? Chasing you would have been seen as creepy but you came to me. Your decision empowered you. I thank God for it, Kinder, for my days here alone were unpleasant to say the least.”
“I will always choose you. Always. I’d search the world to find you.”
I kissed him deeply, rolling him to his back to wedge my thigh between his legs.
He opened his arms and his thighs for me, his lips parting to give me access to his sweet mouth.
My cock began to thicken. I rolled my hips with a grunt.
His fingers tickled down my spine to my ass, biting into the fleshy orbs as I began to rock back and forth.
He moved under me, linking his heels around my thighs, spreading himself wider, offering me his ass in a primal way that an unskilled lover like me couldn’t help but understand.
“God above,” he huffed as I shifted down an inch, just enough to get my now hard prick under his perfectly lovely balls.
“Mm,” I hummed, arms locked, hips pumping away. “You said something about God when you came.”
“Ah yes. Je crois avoir vu le visage de Dieu. I think I saw the face of God.”
That made me snort and feel a burst of pride. “I bet I can make you see the face of God again.”
“Oh, I have no doubt of that. Would you fuck me?” I studied his face as the grinding slowed.
“I would have you inside me, deep, buried, filling me with your cum. Marking me as yours. I’ve never been a man who fucks nonchalantly.
I need emotional connection.” He placed a hand to my cheek.
“I am connected to you, Kinder, so very deeply. Please make me yours.”
What the hell did a man say to that?
I claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss which left no question of how connected I was to him as well. Then I told him.
“I love you,” I murmured as if it were a prayer. His green-brown eyes flared before filling with tears. Oh shit. “Claude…”
“No, they are happy tears. Oh Kinder, I am so in love with you. I fell so hard so fast. My heart knew instantly but I was scared to love someone as I had loved Carlton. But over time we spent together I grew to see that you were not him, you were honest and kind and…I fell,” he replied so softly I had to bow my head to catch the confession.
“Tell me again, and again, once you are inside of me.”
We kissed passionately then fumbled around looking for lube in the bedstand.
Once we had the slick in hand we fell on each other, kissing and licking, giggling then moaning, fingers seeking entry.
He rose up on his shoulders, hips on pillows, his hole filled with my fingers as I sucked his cock back into rigidity.
“I’m going to die if you do not get your cock into me,” he growled, the tiffy head of a fashion house of international fame coming to the fore. I pulled off his dick with a pop.
“Then you’ll for sure see the face of God,” I said while easing three slippery fingers from his tight hole. My prick was oozing steadily. The mere thought of pressing into his ass had me primed and ready to shoot.
“Wise ass,” he parried then cooed as I worked my way between his legs.
He pulled his knees to his chest, his brow damp with sweat, his cock resting on his belly hard and flushed and slick with spit.
It was hard to look away from his face but I did manage to watch his pink furl take the fat head of my cock.
He grunted. I glanced away from where we were joining to watch his face tighten into a grimace.
I paused. His lids lifted. “Do not stop. The stretch is…it has been a long time but oh it is magnificent! Deeper, please, sink in so deep we cannot tell who is who.”
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered as I pushed in, slowly, teeth gritted against the urge to slam in then fuck him like a wild beast. I eased into a tight, slick heat that gripped my dick so perfectly my balls drew up before I was fully seated.
This time the pause was for me. His hazel eyes questioned the stoppage as he gripped his shins. “Close,” I huffed and got a nod.
“A young lover is a gift from God,” he softly said then clenched.
My head nearly exploded as did my cock. I thrust all the way in, gasping aloud at the glory of being buried to the hilt in his ass. Claude yelped, his eyes rolling back into his head, and then dug his heels into my backside. “Yes, yes, divinity! Now fuck me, Kinder. Fuck me!”
Knowing I was not going to last as long as I would have liked I lowered my head and fucked him.
Each stroke got me a shout of joy from the man under me.
I’d never felt such pleasure. His channel held me like a vise as I pumped madly, losing myself to the slap and squelch of cock plowing hole. The smells, the sounds, the sensations.
I rose to my toes to go even deeper. Claude cried out.
“Kinder yes!”
Then he came. Cock kicking, spewing white ribbons of cum over his chest and beard, his whole body convulsing.
There was no stopping my orgasm after watching that.
I blew apart, filling his ass as I ground down into him for more depth.
Wave after wave, my prick throbbed, my balls contracted, over and over.
Somehow I managed to regain enough sense to not allow my full weight to drop down on him balanced on several pillows under me.
I gave his shaky calf a kiss then eased out, cum flowing out of his hole.
I sat back on my heels, touching the ruffled edges with a wary finger.
Claude shivered at my touch then slid off the tower of pillows to his side, his chest heaving.
I swiped the pillows from the bed then laid down behind him, tucking my leaky dick between his cheeks as I draped an arm over his ribs.
He wiggled back to press himself even closer.
“That was…everything,” I said beside his ear before kissing his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Oui, yes, just…overwhelmed a bit.” He sucked in a shaky breath before moving about under my arm to face me. He was smiling. A sated, sweet smile that made me smile in return. “So many emotions followed by a marvelous fuck.”
“Yeah? Was it marvelous? I have like no experience at all so if it was trash let me know,” I said suddenly wound in self-doubt. Now that the explosion of lust and love had settled into a fine dust of afterglow I could see maybe I’d pale in comparison to Carlton Hale.
“It was exquisite. You were exquisite. Not only did I see the face of God I had an in-depth conversation with him.” He stole a kiss. “Will you rest here with me?”
“Hell yeah, cuddling sounds incredible.” We snuggled under a very dirty duvet instead of a thin sheet - where the hell was the top sheet holy shit what was wrong with European bedmakers – kissing and touching until he fell asleep in my arms.
I lay there for a few moments, his breath on my face, his leg resting on my thigh, and simply basked in the headiness of being in love.
Sure there were lots of decisions to be made outside his bedroom door but for this moment in time all that mattered was we were together. Then sleep pulled me under as well.