I writhed and wriggled on his face, trying not to hurt him, but it felt so damn good—impossibly good. “Good boy,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
My cock was hard and dripping, and my hole was getting sloppy from his saliva. Gently, he sucked on my rim, and I whined. It was just too good. Nibbling, sucking, licking, Don continued to pleasure me with no intent to stop. When his tongue prodded my hole, I froze and so did he.
I shook my head, pulse racing and not in a good way. “I can’t, Sweetheart.”
Don tentatively licked me again, and I moaned.
“Yes, Donny, yes.”
He continued feasting on me without penetrating me. I wasn’t ready, and he didn’t seem to care.
Eventually, I went up on my knees, taking my hole out of his reach, and he growled, trying to pull me against him again.
I smirked down at him. “Did my good boy like licking me?”
“Yes,” he said, voice rough.
I cupped his cheek, my smile softening. “Good. Now I want you to ride me again because that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He swallowed.
My Don still didn’t handle compliments well.
I lay on my back, and Don didn’t hesitate to straddle me, his weight pressing me into the bed.
“Give me a moment,” I whispered, breathing through the initial panic. I was safe. I was making a choice. This was my body. I wanted this. Hell, I’d thought last night was a dream come true. I’d jerked off multiple times thinking about this. I paused. Shit. I turned my head to the side to the pillow I was half on—the one dressed in Don’s shirt. “I can explain,” I squeaked, blushing.
Don’s rumbly laugh vibrated through me, and he bent over me to kiss the sensitive skin behind my ear, nipping at the lobe. “I’m sure you can.”
“I missed you.” It was the best explanation I had. I’d put his shirt on a pillow, then would bang one out, pretending he was holding me, loving me, keeping me safe.
“I missed you. Desperately.” He buried his face against my neck. “I cannot be away from you again, Vince. Not ever.”
I beamed, tightening my hold—not enough to hurt him but enough to keep him close. “Not ever.”
Taking one of his hands, I slid it down my body, panting. Don groaned, and it made my cock twitch. I loved his noise—every groan, every moan, every gasp, they were all mine and I cherished them. I was the only one who would ever make Don cry with pleasure. I was the only one who would ever hear them.
“Yes,” he murmured against my lips, breath as harsh as mine.
I guided his hand to my aching cock, and he gripped the base, pumping me.
“Ugh, Sweetheart.”
He kept slowly jerking me. “Vince, I want to taste you.”
“Yeah.”
Don kissed down my body, his tongue flicking out and scraping against my skin. Every brush of his tongue drew a cry from my lips. I kept a hand on his head, gripping the silkystrands to ground myself. It was easier when I could see Don’s eyes and know it was him, but holding him helped.
“It’s me,” he whispered against my nipple, making the nub tighten. “It’s me.”
“I know, Sweetheart.”
He latched onto my nipple, and I arched. “Fuck.” I was sensitive. “Don,” I cried as his tongue flicked. He sucked and nipped until I was writhing under him, cock leaking pre-cum everywhere. Don pulled back with a pop, and the cold air made the abused nipple sting pleasantly. He shifted to the other one to do the same thing.
With every touch, he was driving me to the edge. I was calling his name, rocking against him in an attempt to seek friction of any kind, even though I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to be buried in his hole while he rode me, seeking only the pleasure I could give him.
