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With every twist, my cock leaks, aches, and begs to be touched.
“Please tell me I’m ready for you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me,” I say, and he pushes his fingers deep.
“Are you asking me to fuck you now?”
“I’m begging you to. Please, Ian, fuck me.”
His lips pick up into a wide smile, and he withdraws his fingers. The emptiness it leaves me is short-lived because, as soon as he’s rolled on the condom, his tip is there, pressed against me, bringing with it a much bigger sting.
Shit, maybe I’m not ready,I think for a second, but my ass knows better. The sting lessens as it spreads open and sucks his cock inside.
“Holy shit,” I moan, my fingers digging deep into the bedcovers.
“You okay?”
“Hell yes, keep going.”
He holds my knees as he slowly inches deeper and deeper, and then he bottoms out and holds us there.
“Fuck, that was awesome. Your ass just sucked me right in,” he says, and I want to tell him how much I loved it, too, but my whole body is vibrating, and all I manage is a soft moan.
“I’m going to start moving again now, okay?” he asks, and I nod because the forming of words is not going to happen. When he slides out a little and then pushes right back in, I suddenly find my voice.
“Oh hell yes, do that again.”
“With pleasure.”
His hands slide down my thighs until he’s holding my hips, and then he withdraws and pushes back in again. This time, he keeps going. In and out, over and over, my ass taking him,drawing him in deep, clenching as if trying to keep him there but vibrating in pleasure every inch he moves, too. It’s an exquisite pressure, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
His hands lift my hips a little, and he pushes deep, and it’s like a firework has gone off inside me.
“Holy fucking, fuck, fuck,” I cry, and he laughs.
“Good, hey?”
“So good,” I moan, and he pushes deep again. His fingers dig into my hips as he moves, sweat glistening across his chest. Bursts of lightning surge through my body every time he hits that spot. My cock throbs, edging closer and closer to climax. His thrusts grow faster, frantic, and when he drives home hard at that perfect spot, I climax, covering my stomach and chest.
He lets out a guttural groan, thrusts twice more, then relaxes his grip on my hips.
He removes himself, and the emptiness left behind is odd, a slight chill, but also, something else. My muscles slowly start to draw in again, but it’s like they don’t really want to, like they miss having him there, his cock filling me. I roll on my side and grab a tissue to wipe myself over, and Ian lies behind me, wrapping his arm over my waist.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“That was incredible, like, wow.”
He kisses my neck, and I give up cleaning myself to roll in his grasp and kiss him. He’s sweet and salty and warm and perfect. I wonder how long until he’s ready to go again?
***
I wake up a little sore, but a good sore. My muscles ache in new ways, and Ian is spooning my back, his warm breath tickling my neck.
There’s no way I can move without waking him, and as much as that pains me, I can see the clock from here and I need to be at the field for warm-up in twenty minutes.
I try to slip out from under his arm as gently as I can, but as expected, he wakes.
“Where are you going?” he moans, trying to pull me back against him, but I slip from his grasp and start toward the bathroom.
“Training starts soon. I have to shower.”
