Well then…
His dick rubs against mine with every thrust of his hips, his fingers still penetrating me. My entire body tenses, my balls tingling as my orgasm swoops up my spine and crashes behind my eyes covering my vision with black splotches. Cum shoots out of me, landing on our stomachs.
So much for great sex with him.
I barely even touched him, and now I’ve ruined it completely.
Only that Grey doesn’t seem to feel the same way because that man smiles at me mischievously when I open my eyes again. Yes, mischievously.
“Grey…” I say in an apologetic way, but he pulls his fingers out of me and rolls me over onto my back, then reaches for the lube. “I won’t come again, let alone get another boner.” At least I’ve never experiencedthatbefore.
He positions himself between my thighs, having his eyes locked with mine when he dripples some of the lube onto his dick before putting the bottle away. Grey fists his cock, spreading the lube while also giving himself a couple of strokes.
“You will.” He grins at me as he nudges his tip against my hole, not quite entering me but adding a little pressure anyway.
I look down at myself, internally rolling my eyes when I see my half-soft dick.Half-soft. What the heck? I mean, I guess it takes a hot second before the erection leaves evenafterejaculation, but this has never happened before.
“Breathe, baby.” He rests one hand on my stomach, bucking forward. “Relax for me.”
I take a deep breath, relaxing my body as I exhale.
Grey enters me carefully, taking his time so it wouldn’t hurt me all too much. It’s burning a little, but the new rising lust inside of me totally turns the burning sensation into agoodsensation. It’s a mind-numbing pleasure that threatens to swallow me whole with each push forward and ever so slight pull.
“Fuck,” I choke out, “that feels so good.” Who would’ve thought it’s actually supposed to feel good and not just hurt? Or, well, hurt, then feel okay and then hurt again.
“Oh… God.” His eyebrows dip together, heat displaying in his eyes when he leans forward and covers my torso with his.
“You need to move. Please,” I beg, and before he can argue with me, because I know he will, I wrap my legs around him and push him that tiny bit deeper all at once. We both gasp, and then our lips meet, our tongues tangling.
He moves, fucking me slowly, letting me adapt before he increases his movements. Every time he thrusts into me, I moan and so does he. Every time he pulls back, I feel my dick harden more and more until I cannot take it anymore and sneak a hand between our bodies, fisting my cock.
Grey’s beautiful face is flushed with desire, rosy cheeks and sweat on his forehead, and yet he’s never looked better. This face right there is just for me, the half-lidded eyes, the hungry and still loving gaze, the hot and rosy cheeks. Only I get to see him like this.
My heart squeezes at the thought. God, I love him so much. There are billions of words one could use, over seven thousand languages, and still not a single combination of either words in either language, even mixed, could describe how important this man is to me, how much he means to me.
Grey kisses me one more time before he gets back up on his knees, changing the angle. My mouth opens with a cry of pleasure, my free hand gripping the sheets while I at least try to jerk myself. He must sense my struggle because Grey covers my fist with his own, helping me out.
He plunges inside me deeply, hitting that one very pleasurable spot over and over again. All this feels far too good to be real.
A knot of pleasure coils tight inside of my balls. Hot cum spurts out of me and onto my stomach, again and again, it just won’t stop.
Grey keeps on fucking me, chasing his own orgasm. His features tighten, tensing the closer he gets, then he pulls his dick out of me, giving himself another pump before his cum spills out of him and right onto me.
He tips over, his head resting right next to mine as we’re both panting, trying to regain our strength after a bliss like this one.
I don’t know how much time passes until Grey gets off me, but I kind of wish he’d just keep on lying there and let me hug him.
Grey holds out a hand for me the second he’s off the bed. “Let’s take a shower.”
It’s the logical thing to do, the thing I should be wanting to do given that there’s probably more cum on my body than inside of me right now. Or maybe not, but you get the point. The problem is, I just don’t want to get up. And so I shake my head. “You’ve killed me.”
“Corpses don’t talk.” He heaves me up and I wonder where the fuck he gets that strength from. I’m not weak, physically, but even so I don’t have any strength left inside of me, and I didn’t do anything.
“This corpse does.” I point at myself when I stand on my feet, Grey still holding me up.
“You’re being dramatic.”
“And you’re a fucking sex god, anyone ever tell you that?” He chuckles but doesn’t answer me. You see, he could’ve said no, and I would’ve believed him, but chuckling and ignoring my question means yes, and I hate that it’s a yes even though it’s true. “I kind of want to put all of the people into one bus and then have them fall off a cliff.”
