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“Fuck me,” he mutters.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I joke, my cheeks instantly flushing when he slides off his boxer shorts and his cock jerks free. He’s big, wide. The tip angry and red. I have the sudden urge to take him in my mouth, to taste him on my tongue. Before he can make the next move, I get up on my hands and knees and crawl towards him. “Don’t move,” I say.
He lets out a stream of curse words as I sit before him on the edge of the bed and reach for his cock, grasping the base and wrapping my lips around the tip.
“Asia,” he moans, his hips jerking as I take him as far as I can into my mouth. He tastes like he smells, and I hum, my mouth vibrating around him. A feeling of power washing over me.
“If I stop breathing, don’t forget to give me mouth to mouth,” he manages to utter before grasping the back of my head with his hand and rocking his hips gently. He’s holding back, afraid of hurting me, but his moans of ecstasy spur me on. Grasping his arse with my free hand, I squeeze, hollowing out my cheeks then suck, drawing him deeper into my mouth as my tongue flattens against the underside of his dick, feeling the pulse beat in the thick vein that runs there. I lick him, my saliva making him slick. He jerks again, his glutes tightening, and I taste pre-cum on my tongue. His taste makesmewet. I feel the dampness flood my knickers.
“Stop, Asia. Fuck me, you’ve got to stop before I come,” he grinds out, placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me back gently. I let him go with a gentle pop of my lips and look up at him as his dick bobs between us, glistening. He brushes his fingers over my forehead, moving my hair out of the way with gentle fingers, then he backs off and picks up his jeans, searching in the pocket. A second later he pulls out his wallet, and a condom tucked away inside. It’s so cliché that I can’t help but tease him.
“Are you always this prepared?” I ask him, pressing my thighs together to try and ease the throb there.
“I’ve always been hopeful,” he admits with a cute smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. Then he’s serious. “Last chance to back out.”
“I never back out. I never back down. You should know that by now, Eastern. Besides, I started this. I want this. I want you. Always. Forever. Now.”
My body heats as he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolls it over his length. When our eyes meet again, I swallow hard.
Eastern bites down on his lip.
“Lie down, Asia. Let me love you,” he hushes out, stalking towards me.
I shuffle backwards resting against the headboard as I watch him crawl up the bed, his arm muscles bunching as he moves, his cock swaying beneath him. He straddles my legs, reaching for my hips as he pulls me down the bed so I’m flat on my back. Before I can even think about how turned on I am, he reaches behind my back, unclasps my bra and pulls it off in one quick movement.
“Asia, you’re fucking beautiful.”
He leans over, his chocolate-brown hair whispering across my skin as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. I jerk, my back arching beneath his touch as his fingers slide up my sides and clasp my breasts. He shifts, settling between my legs until his tongue slides up my hot skin, scorching over my collarbone and the length of my arched neck until he licks the seam on my lips, parting them, and plunders the depths of my open mouth.
His kisses become less gentle and more intense, more needful, greedy, and in response to this sudden change my nails scorch a trail down his back, marking him with pink streaks, just like his lips and his fingers mark me. When he pushes my knickers aside and slides his fingers over my slit, parting the skin and seeking out the spot I so desperately want him to touch, my hips buck pressing against his hand.
“Eastern, please.”
It’s such a feral need this feeling inside, something that takes over me in the moment. It’s raw, desperate somehow. I want to absorb his love. I want to blot out everything else that hurts and only feel him deep inside me. I want him to fill up the ache in my chest with something I can hold onto. I want more.
His fingers dip inside, his thumb circles my clit teasing me, making me hot, frustrated.
“No, Eastern. Please, fuck me,” I hush out, panting with desperate need.
“Asia, we’ll have plenty of time to fuck,” he whispers, pushing up on his elbows and cupping my head between his hands. His thumbs press into my cheeks, gently smoothing away the tension I hold in my face. “Right now, I’m going to love you.”
When he enters me in a slow, deliberate move I can’t help but pull his face to mine, my fingers digging into his scalp. We kiss softly as he settles within me, filling me up with every inch. As my body adjusts, the slight sharp sting of pain easing into bliss, I lift my legs and wrap them around his arse.
“Oh God, Eastern,” I cry out, my body arching as he moves within me, knowing instinctively what I need. He rocks into me, this man I love. This boy who I’ve always known will care for me. My best friend, my heart, my home. He moves steadily, with purpose, with determination to get me off, to make me forget about everything I’ve learned today, if only for a little while.
We clutch at each other, lips glistening with passion, fingers burning with desire, skin flashing with a heat that rushes over us both incinerating every past hurt to dust and dissolving painful memories until they are insignificant in the moment.
Our skin is slick, our kisses burn. They mark; they imprint a lifetime of friendship across our skin, tattooing our love for each other in breathless moans and whispers of forever. Our lips stay fused together as we move in harmony chasing the orgasm that is building between us, expanding and growing, evolving words into actions, promises into reality.
“Will you chase me?” I ask.
“Always,” Eastern assures me, thrusting one last time.
His back arches and my eyes slam shut as we come together, two best friends who’ve found home in each other’s hearts, words of love ringing in our ears.
