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 justwantthis; I don’t justlikehim. I’m inlovewith 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 thegates 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 onhis,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 Ilove–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’sthatmore 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.
AN ANGRY STARTER
