“I want to feel you…” I massage his arse, slipping towards the most sensitive part of him. “Do you want that, Sean?”
“Yes,” comes his response. “God, do I want it…”
I massage his most intimate part with my fingers, the other hand wrapping around his damp erection. I push my fingers inside him and Sean lets his head fall back again. I keep moving my hand as my fingers push. “You’re so tight… And I’m so horny… I can’t wait to…” I push into him, and Sean wriggles nervously, his knees bent, his feet pointed onto the floor. “I want to plunge myself into you, I want to… I want to dive into your body, and then…”
“And then?” he asks, lifting himself back up.
“I want to hear you ask me for it again.”
“Yes, God, yes…”
I move on top of him, and his mouth becomes mine before either of us can gulp down the oxygen we so desperately need to make it to the next step.
“Fuck me, Eric,” Sean begs, between kisses. “Fuck me… Now.”
“God… Yes.” I get back up to grab a condom from the sofa, slipping it quickly on and pouring on some lube before moving back over to him.
“Like this?” I ask, slipping back inside him. “Do you like it like this?”
He nods, my body pressing against his. My erection presses against him, and he lifts a leg, letting me slide inside him. Sean stiffens for a few seconds, holding his breath. When he breathes again, I push once more, slipping into his body. Sean grabs tightly onto my back.
“Is that okay?”
“It’s amazing.”
I move slowly inside him, giving him time to get used to me, and giving myself time to get used to him. I increase my rhythm, making my thrusts longer and deeper, every movement bringing me closer to the edge.
“God,” Sean says from beneath me. “God…”
Sean lets himself go completely, relaxing beneath my body and enjoying the sensation of my movements, my breathing. His hand strokes his erection, and my excitement grows; I know there’s no going back from this, now.
I feel exposed, so vulnerable, that for a moment I lose touch with reality, with him. I’ve never felt so connected to someone, so comfortable, so… So damn good.
“Hey,” Sean says. He’s sitting up, his hand at the back of my neck, looking for the eye contact I’ve been denying him. “Is everything okay?”
“God, yes.” I take control of his mouth. “It is now.” I slide into his throat as I slide into the heat of him. “Now… Now… Yes,” I say, a mantra, as his body blankets me in safety, warmth, something that feels like home. “God, oh God…” My thrusts grow erratic, adrenaline coursing through my body, through my veins. “Touch yourself, like that…” I beg. “I want to see you come.”
“Fuck, yes.” Sean increases his rhythm as I increase my own.
“Faster…” I hear him ask, the way I was always hoping to be wanted. “Harder…” His voice seeps into my veins.
I do as he says, pushing deeper inside him over and over again. My arms give in, my breathing caught in my throat; a wave of pleasure washes over me, making me lose my senses for a moment. It’s so strong that I can feel the blood pulsing in my eardrums. I’m only brought back down to earth by the heat of him coming onto my stomach, as Sean lays beneath me, spent and senseless.
I drop onto him, his hot, sweaty body welcoming mine as if it always had; as if it couldn’t help but draw me in.
40Sean
Aset of warm, familiar lips rests just behind my ear. I roll over on the bed, my eyes still closed, only to find a wonderful man lying beside me; a man who, last night, took me to the edge.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, his voice welcoming. “I’ve made breakfast.”
I rub my eyes on my arm, trying to focus on his face.
“What…?”
Eric hands me my glasses, which I’d left on the bedside table. I put them on and sit up; he shows me a tray with coffee, orange juice, and hash browns.
“Merry Christmas to you, too. What do I owe you for all this?”
