When my eyes started working again, I groaned, ashamed of myself. Rivulets of my cum had run down the small of his back, pooling in the deep grove of his spine, and more ropes of white turned his ass into a pretty good imitation of my stripes.
I sank down on the bed next to him, unable to stop staring at the masterpiece that was his ass and back. He collapsed in his own cum, inching closer and resting his heavy head on my bicep.
It took us a while to catch our breath properly.
“I can’t believe I’ll get to have you like this for the rest of my life.” Noah sighed happily, nuzzling his nose into my armpit.
“What are you doing, Puppy? I bet I stink.” I trailed my blunt claws down the curve of his back, over the little mole halfway up and to the one just above his arse.
“Nah, baby. If I wasn’t so empty, your musk would have me hard in no time. You’re so hot, Lew.” He inhaled deeply and groaned under his breath, resting his hand on my spent cock.
His fingers gently squeezed me a few times, then wandered up over my stomach to my pecs, one of them almost the size of his head. He cupped me, rolling my nipple between his fingertips.
“You’re like a god of old, Lew, who’s fashioned himself a body to walk among the mortals and seduce whoever he craves.”
“You’re the only one I crave.” A growl rumbled in my chest, making him chuckle.
“There’s something so fucking addictive about you, Lewis,” he breathed and pressed a soft kiss on my other nip. His mouth didn’t leave me, a wet tongue coming out to lick the already pebbling tip.
“Didn’t I stuff you enough? Did I leave you wanting?”
“I always want you.” He breathed the words over my wet skin.
“You’re in luck, my sweet puppy, because so do I.” Scooping up the puddle of cum off his back, I pushed it into his ass before I slicked my cock with it, then rolled Noah around. I gripped his thigh, lifted his leg up and slowly sank inside his slippery hole again.
He shuddered.
“Are you cold, my sweet?” I asked, slinging my arms around his chest and drawing him into my warmth.
“No, baby,” he told me in a trembling voice. “Your barbs, Lew.” A low sob racked his beautiful body. “They just feel so fucking good.”
“Shh.” Cupping his cheek, I pulled his mouth back on mine, kissing him tenderly as I began to move. We were both exhausted, but I would not leave him hanging.
“Come for me again, Puppy!”
“I can’t, Lew. Please, I—”
“Vanilla?” I asked.
“No!” He shook his head.
Damn, I had to get used to him saying “no” but his body contradicting him. His ass urged back against my hips until he fucked himself on my cock. Tears spilled out from under his dark lashes, and I stared at him with my heart about to burst with love.
Noah gave a pitiful little cry when his body convulsed again, and he clenched and unclenched, desperately trying to cling to my barbs. I buried my face in his neck as I joined him.
“My perfect Puppy,” I crooned. “Oh Gods, you have no idea how much I love you, Noah.” Once I had pulled out, I curled my body around his and cradled him to my chest. “You’ve done so well for me,” I praised and pressed a hundred kisses on his brow. He snuggled his face between my pecs, and I covered us with the blanket.
The website I’d perused suggested providing drinks and snacks, and washing your sub. I wanted to do all that for my man, but only once I was sure he was okay.
“How do you feel?”
“Good, I think.”
“You did so well for me, Noah. You were so brave, my love.”
“Did you hate it?” he muttered.
“No. It was beautiful. It was an honour to help bring your fantasies to life, Noah. You are so perfect.”
