Taking his neck tightly in my hand, I covered his mouth with mine; completely possessing him until he groaned and ground up against me as I reached for the lube. I rocked against his side, grinding my already slick hardness into his hip. My lips never paused in attending to his neck and collar bone as I reached my slick fingers between his legs and brushed them lightly across his hole. He whimpered and squirmed at my touch, but his legs opened further for me. My lips slid lower; sucking and nibbling gently on one nipple at a time as my middle finger circled his tight pucker and pressed against it with ever increasing pressure. His whimpering continued in a quiet, indistinguishable flow.
God, I loved those noises. I'm a good bottom. I've always enjoyed the feel of a man inside of me, but there is something uniquely sensual that comes with bringing someone else so much pleasure they lose track of reality.
I rolled my body once more, sliding the swollen head of my cock along his, the precum leaking from us both allowing us to slip easily along one another. I caught an earlobe between my teeth and slipped my middle finger completely into him. I angled it quickly up, searching for that small hard spot; knowing the sudden pleasure would partially distract from the new sensation of having something inside of him. His body shuddered and he cried out; his head falling back as I found it. I drew slow circles around that small sensitive point until his entire body was straining and his cries were continuous before beginning to work my finger gently in and out of him, using the new sensation to bring him back from the edge. Allowing him time to catch his breath. Gradually he relaxed and his body returned to the bed. His eyes caught mine, wide and full of pleasure and shock. I leaned up and parted his lips with my own, tenderly encouraging his tongue into my mouth as I slipped a second finger into him.
His moan against my lips and his fingers digging into my back sent shivers down my spine. God I was going to cum before I was inside him just from the way he responded to my touch. I worked deliberately and gently. Sliding my slick fingers in and out of him, twisting them as I pressed in, and spreading them as I pulled back, opening him slowly. Every few strokes, pressing a bit deeper, brushing his prostate and causing him to jump and clutch me tightly.
"Please." He panted as he forced his head up to catch my gaze.
I smiled and shook my head. "Not yet."
Like lightening, he leaned up, my fingers still deep inside him as he took my jaw in his hand, covering my mouth with his. His tongue thrust deep and he drew the tip along the underside of mine until I moaned.
He pulled away and let his head fall back once more. "Please."
I knew he wasn't quite ready, but his need would dull the pain. I shifted my hips to rest between his, stroking and lubing myself quickly. His knees instinctively hooked around my hips as my head gently probed at his opening. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, clawing at my shoulders and gasping breathlessly in anticipation. I slid my jaw along his and nibbled at his ear, pressing harder. I felt his resistance intensify against the invasion as his body tensed under me. Where he had previously been panting, he now held his breath.
"Breath love." I whispered.
He responded without hesitation and as he exhaled, his body relaxed, and he bore down on me lightly. I pressed my hips forward with his breath and my head slid easily into him. He was unimaginably tight. The heat of his slick, naked tunnel around me was something I'd never experienced before.
I felt his fingernails cut into my skin as he arched and cried out. "Fuck...God...Ahhhh..."
I trailed my tongue along his neck and whispered against his skin. "I love you."
He relaxed against me and I held, unmoving, until his embrace softened. I'd never been inside someone unprotected before, and it was nearly more than I could bear. It took all my concentration to focus on his pleasure instead of getting lost in mine. I began to move once more. Years passed as we clung to one another, both fixated on the sensation of my hard cock inching its way into his welcoming warmth. My hips had only just settled against him when his back arched and he cried out again. His ass clamped down around me as it spasmed with his release and I felt a rush of wet heat between our bellies. I groaned and buried my face in the bend of his neck as I joined him. Filling him until my own warm fluid leaked out of his hole and ran down the front of my thigh.
As the dark void in which only pleasure exists slowly faded and reality settled back around us, I realized we had both been forever changed by this night. We belonged to one another completely.
He brushed my hair back from my face, trailing his fingers through the pale locks as our eyes met. Our lips played tenderly until I softened and slipped from him. He trembled once more and smiled lovingly into my eyes. I curled up against his side as he had mine the night before and we slept until late afternoon.
When I woke, he had rolled onto his stomach, pale sheets resting just below his perfectly tanned low back, one leg bent up almost to his chest. I propped my head up in my hand and took in the broad expanse of smooth skin for a long while before sliding over and curling around his back. My stomach was a crusty mess. I didn't care. He squeaked in pleasure as I wrapped my body against his. He rolled over to face me, sliding close and slipping his knee between mine. Those glowing eyes searched mine lovingly for a few moments and I spoke quickly before I could talk myself out of it.
"I know it won't really change much. You're at school a ton, and we both have work and everything, but..." I hesitated a moment. "live here? I know you'll stay at the dorm still a lot of nights, but call this home?"
I don't think I'd ever see him grin quite so large. "Seriously?"
I brushed my lips across his. "Yes please."
His fingertips trailed along my cheekbone and jawline as he searched my emerald gaze. "Nothing would make me happier."
When Jesse came home with me the next Friday, he brought a bag of his things, mostly clothes, but a few pictures of family and personal effects as well. While not much changed in our day to day routine. I often found myself noticing how comforting and reassuring it was to see his shorts thrown over the back of a chair, or his shampoo in the shower on the days I woke and got ready for work alone.
Time seemed to fly at breakneck speed, and several months passed in the blink of an eye. Months in which we both found happiness and contentment together. The one thing that surprised me was how sexually voracious it was possible to be with someone you loved. I found myself having to take fewer clients on Fridays and Saturdays so that I would have the energy to keep up at home. It was something I was beyond thrilled to have to do. So, I'd have to work an extra year before I retired. I'd work for the rest of my life if it meant I got to spend it with Jesse.
Before we knew it, a year had passed since that first Holiday we spent together, and while I gave our plans little thought, Jesse had other ideas. The idea of meeting his large, happy family was terrifying, but I knew it had been hard on him last year when he'd been unable to go home to see them, and when he asked if I'd spend the holiday with his family this year, I couldn't help but say yes.
I packed carefully and conservatively, unsure of what to expect. Jess had told me his family knew I was coming and knew what I did for a living. He assured me that no one cared, but he was blind when it came to me, and it was entirely possibly they were less ok with things than he realized. I'd carefully dug up a small strawberry plant and packed it in an organic transport unit that I tucked into my suitcase. Hopefully, the gift would help ease any concerns a family of farmers might have about someone like me dating one of their loved ones. As I made sure it was safely ensconced in my bag, Jesse walked into the bedroom and unceremoniously shoved a couple of shirts into his case and slung it over his shoulder.
"Ready?" He asked as he made his way to my side.
He slipped an arm around my waist and nuzzled into the bend of my neck. The way he held me always made me melt. It was a good thing we both had busy schedules, because when we were together, it was a feat of pure will that I ever accomplished anything.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." I said in a deflated tone that was only half sarcastic.
He chuckled. "They're going to love you. Calm your pants."
I wiggled an eyebrow. "Since when do you want what's in my pants to be calm?"
He stepped closer, his scent and warmth overwhelming my senses. His hand tightened on my low back as the other slid down to cup me gently.
