Nudging against his hole, I cut him off this time with my cock. I pushed in slightly, alternating between watching where we joined and taking in his expression.
Eyes closed, head back, and mouth open, Sutton looked the most vulnerable I’d ever seen him. My heart lurched in my chest, my love for this man pulsating and doubling as I took him in.
I pushed in more, saying, “I love you.” He needed to know what we were doing, him… was everything.
His gaze locked onto mine, and he relaxed under me. I slipped in an extra inch. “I love you.”
Another inch deeper, and he grunted, his stare unwavering.
“I’m okay,” he said, answering my unasked question.
I nodded and went deeper still. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My limbs shook, finally giving myself over to the sensation of being buried inside him, wrapped up in Sutton’s heat. And then I bottomed out. My head fell forward, and I paused, taking a breath before looking back at Sutton.
A deep frown burrowed between his brows, but then he nodded. “I need you to move.”
ThatI could do. I took my time, finding a steady rhythm, and glanced at his flagging cock. “Touch yourself.” I wanted to see him hard. Wanted him to get off so damn badly, not sure how long I would last with how tightly he gripped me.
With a groan, I fixed my attention to his hand, breath catching when his cock thickened. I refocused on his face. His eyes were half mast, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Then I couldn’t resist anymore. I need to see how we fit and how he took all of me. And fuck, it was so perfect and sexy. Just watching how I disappeared inside him had me grunting, my balls tightening.
Not lasting was becoming a real issue.
Reaching down, I moved his legs, holding them higher, getting a better grip so I could hit my mark. Sutton gasped, grunted, cried out “Fuck” so loudly that I doubled my efforts.
“Yes, fuck, right there,” he gasped.
I nodded, too far gone to articulate everything I was feeling, just what his body and reaction were doing to me. With a renewed effort, I snapped my hips, pegging his prostate time and time again. His moan was louder, breathier, needier than ever at each contact. His hand worked double time, working so fast it almost seemed like a blur.
I focused on his face, needing him to anchor me to him. Without eye contact, I’d float away, explode, and, hell… I had no idea how I’d come back to earth.
His gasps were broken, stuttering. His eyes wide, frantic. The bite on his lip punishing. And I wanted it all. Every single sound was mine. Every gesture I wanted to latch on to.
I angled into him deeper, faster.
His moan was guttural, loud, and perfect. With a body jerk and a constriction of his abs, he came. Creamy ribbons painted his hand, his stomach, the image so hot that I bucked wildly. A heavy grunt escaped me as my toes curled, my vision whitened, and I finally spilled my release.
Gasping for breath, I angled over him, freeing his legs and pressing my mouth against his. After a brush of our lips, I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing heavily, my body still shuddering from the strength of my orgasm.
“You okay?”
Sutton wrapped his arms around me and nodded. “Yeah. You?”
“More than.”
He chuckled, and I grunted, the movement with his laughter making him clamp around my sensitive dick.
“Let me just…” I eased out of him, a soft gasp escaping Sutton when I did so. Free of him, I instead lay entirely on him, wanting the contact, stickiness and all. I wasn’t ready for the closeness or the buzz of our connection to end just yet.
Once again, he wrapped his arms around me, this time tighter as there was no chance of breaking my dick off. I inhaled against his neck and relaxed.
“Not sure I’m going to be able to move for a while.”
My smile was lazy, and I attempted a nod. “Fine by me.”
He chuckled, his body rocking mine. “You might want to get that condom sorted.”
I groaned. “We need to do the whole serious relationship shit. Get tested and scrap the latex.”
“Agreed,” he said immediately, and it was enough to have me moving, just so I could smile at him and kiss him again. “Tomorrow too soon?” he asked after I pulled away, knowing I really should move and get cleaned up.
