My fingers flex on the soft skin of his waist, and I thank all the gods that I at least keep control of my hands, since my mouthhas gone slack. I just let him take, take, take, whatever he wants and needs until he sits up and nods at the headboard.
I sit up and hold him close before shuffling back, and I definitely get distracted by the pressure of his hard cock against my belly.
“Fuck, angel,” I groan helplessly.
I shove pillows away with my free hand, and when I’m finally leaning against the dark, padded headboard, Eli’s weight settles on my dick and another groan escapes me.
“Mmm, you feel so good, baby,” he croons, and I melt.
He holds my face still, his fingers gripping my jaw at the perfect angle for him to kiss every thought out of my mind again.
Dazed and needy, I follow his lips when he pulls back, but he just smiles at me and holds his hand palm up in front of my face.
“Spit here,” he instructs.
With a frown, I do as he says, then can’t quite silence the whine when he leans even further back.
But then he’s gripping my dick, tilting his hips so his cock lines up perfectly, spreading my spit over both of us and stroking way too gently for how hard we both are.
“Put your hand right here,” he says almost like he’s cajoling me, but I don’t need convincing. I do as he says and I’m proud of the fact that I always will. “That’s good. Firm, a bit harder. Just like that. Good boy.”
I didn’t expect the full-body shudder from those two words, but I can’t question it while I shiver, I just keep doing what he says. Even when he takes his hand away.
“Keep going, and let’s see if you like this, okay?”
He puts both palms on the headboard on either side of my face and sits up slightly, and then he?—
“Holy fuck, angel,” I moan.
He’s thrusting into the circle of my hand, against my cock, creating the most perfect friction ever.
“Now move your hand, Lex. That’s right, up and down. So good. Is it good for you too?”
I can’t answer.
I can only move my hand and stare at the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, his long cock sliding in and out of the tunnel of my fist, the perfect friction against my dick, his perfect heat, and then his mouth is right there, driving me even more insane.
“You’re so big, baby,” he croons. “I always knew you would be.”
Holy fuck, where is this coming from? How can he be so... so fucking confident?
“Soon I’m going to ride you, Lex. I can’t wait to have you buried deep inside me, fucking me hard.”
I toss my head from side to side, needing more but already overstimulated. How did he know it would be like this between us?
“I’m gonna—” I cut myself off with a helpless whine. “Eli, I need?—”
“What do you need, baby?” He kisses my cheek sweetly. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
It’s heady, hearing him say it, mostly because it feels like he means it. It feels like he feels how I feel, and could there ever be anything better?
I can’t tell him what I need, because I don’t know. I can’t picture anything but what we’re doing.
“Come for me, Lex. Use your hand to get yourself off just how you like, while I get off on you.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.
I stroke us faster, and move my free hand to grab one ass cheek as hard as I can. I need to hold on, I need to give him?—
