Page 71 of Emil

“Emmie, I want all of you. Please, please. Don’t make me wait. Please.” There wasn’t any pride in my voice. I needed him like I needed life itself. He controlled all the strings that were tying me to this bed, and I never wanted him to let me go. Emmie sucked one ball and then the other into his mouth.

I lost the ability to speak, just keen and buck. Emmie, even at my size, anchored me to the bed. His strength and adoring attention were more than I’d ever had. It was sunshine after months of winter. I basked in the attention. Basked.

“Gladly.” Emmie moved up my body and crashed his mouth onto mine. His tongue swept inside and gave me a preview of what was to come. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it had to be until he decided to send me over the edge.

Emmie left me long enough to grab some lube out of his nightstand along with a condom.

“I was tested after… Well, you know. I’m good if you want to skip that.”

“Goddammit, I should’ve done that the minute I met you,” Emmie choked out. “I’m getting tested as soon as the doctor can get me in.” He paused to give me one more searing kiss. “I want to feel all of you.”

“Yesssss,” I hissed.

He drizzled some lube on his fingers before throwing my legs over his shoulder. I’d never felt more exposed and seen all at once. Emmie’s blown pupils and shallow breathing made me forget any hint of self-consciousness.

Emmie circled my hole with his index finger before slipping the tip of it into me. My hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation. Emmie wasn’t in the mood to torture me more and pushed farther inside me. My channel contracted around him after he pushed through the ring of muscle.

“Sweet boy, you’re greedy,” Emmie chuckled before adding a second finger. He let me breathe through the burn before moving in and out. “Christ, I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

“Don’t…want…to…wait…” I panted out.

Emmie added another finger, and the burn took my breath away. He pumped and spread his fingers, finally adding a third after drizzling more lube. He curled his fingers up and found that magic spot inside me. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.” Emmie gripped my thigh and positioned himself at my needy hole. He slipped the head of his cock in, let me adjust, and then slid in inch by agonizing inch until he was fully seated. The burn threatened to split me in half, but death by Emmie’s cock seemed like a hell of a way to go.

“I-I-I’m good,” I managed to say before Emmie pulled out and then slammed forward.

There was no chance of maintaining any coherent thoughts, so I let the sensations wash over me. Each thrust sent me further over the line until there was nothing left but sensation pinpricking my entire body. It was the most delicious torture. I wanted it to be over and last forever at the same time.

When Emmie’s hips faltered, I knew he was right there with me on the edge. He dropped a hand to my dick and tugged twice before I exploded into a thousand shards. Rope after rope of cum spurted from me and splashed across his hand and chest. He gave one more erratic pump and shouted as his release poured into the condom. Emmie’s harsh breathing fanned across my ear when he pushed off my leg and collapsed on top of me. When he tried to move away, I grabbed him tight and pulled him closer.

The heaviness settled into me more deeply than anything ever had.

I never wanted to let him go.

“When is enough enough?”

“Are you talking world peace or dusting?” Emmie asked.

After a lovely wakeup, we’d retreated into the workroom. I was trying to get into diamond painting, but it was not for me. It was slow going, and every placement was a chore. When I got frustrated, I did get to look at the flowers that somehow were left on the front porch. We’d heard the knock but hadn’t bothered to get out of bed.

“World peace, of course.”

Emmie made his way over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. Once there, he quietly kneaded them. The calmness of the moment washed over me. This morning had been mind-blowing, fantastic, hopefully repeated fun, but these quiet moments? I loved them more.

“What particular part of world peace are you wanting to ditch?”

“The part that requires me to put all these little dots on here,” I answered and held up the diamond painting kit I’d started. My felted gnome had been finished a few days ago. It wasn’t going to be a hobby I picked up, but I liked it better than this.

“If you don’t like it, don’t finish it.”

“That’s a waste of money,” I said simply.

Emil…Emmie…said it so easily, but there was still a cost. I fiddled with the tweezers I’d been using to place the dots. The ends made a satisfying little clink at each touch. Emmie turned the stool I sat on so he could step between my legs. As if on autopilot, my hands needed to touch him. Now that the seal had been broken, I wanted to touch him constantly.

“Nope, it’s the fallacy of sunk cost. The money is gone, so continuing won’t bring it back. The whole point was to try them out, remember?”

“Yeah, I just need something to do with my hands.”