“Easy,” he murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.“We have all night, Henry.”
His words sent a thrill through me, even as they stoked the flames of my desire higher.He continued his exploration, his touch gentle yet firm, until I was a writhing, panting mess beneath him.When he finally wrapped his hand around my shaft, I cried out, my body bucking into his touch.
“Shh,” he soothed, stroking slowly, tortuously.“Let it build, Henry.Let me make this good for you.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moans threatening to spill out.He lowered his head, replacing his hand with his mouth, and I nearly came undone.The heat, the wetness, the suction—it was too much, too intense.My hands fisted in his hair, holding him there, begging without words.
He brought me to the edge, then backed off, over and over, until I was a trembling, incoherent mess.
"Jesus, Noah," I panted."Please, I don't know if I can take anymore."
Noah moved up my torso, planting kisses as he went.When he got to my chest, he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.A whining noise came from my throat.“You can take it, Henry,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a low rumble.“You’re made for this.For me.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of anticipation and disbelief.I was barely holding on, every touch and kiss pushing me closer to the edge.He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, and my back arched, pressing into him, begging for more.
Noah’s mouth moved back to mine, his kiss slow and deep, as if he were pouring himself into me.I could taste myself on his lips, and it was strangely intoxicating.His hands roamed my body, touching, teasing, until they found their way between my legs again.This time, he didn’t stop at just a touch.He grasped my shaft and began moving it up and down.Moments later my hips bucked, my eyes snapped shut, and Noah stopped moving.
"No, please," I gasped."I'm almost there, I..."
"I want you inside me, Henry," Noah whispered."I want you to feel what it's like to be as one with me."
He wanted me to be inside him?Oh my God.
Noah leaned over, yanked open the drawer to his nightstand and pulled out a condom and a bottle of what appeared to be a clear gel.He poured the gel in his hand, then wrapped his fist around my dick.
"I can't believe..."I began, but Noah kissed my words away.Then he slid the condom down my shaft.He stroked me gently, the cool gel warming as he spread it over the condom.I watched, entranced, as Noah prepared himself, applying the gel with a sureness that betrayed his experience.I was a mess of nerves and desire, my body aching with need, my mind racing with uncertainty.
Noah seemed to sense my apprehension.He leaned over me, his body pressing against mine, and kissed me softly.“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice gentle yet firm.“We’ll go slow.I promise.”
I nodded, trusting him, wanting this more than anything despite my fears.He straddled me, his knees on either side of my hips, and slowly lowered himself onto me.I felt the pressure first, tight and hot, and then the gradual give as he took me in.The sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything I’d ever felt.I gasped, my hands gripping his thighs, my eyes locked onto his.
He winced slightly, his breath hitching, but he didn’t stop.He took me deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated.The intensity of it made me tremble.Noah leaned forward, his hands planted on my chest, and began to move, slow and deliberate.The pleasure was indescribable, a heat that built and spread, consuming every part of me.
“God, Henry,” he breathed, his voice ragged.“You feel amazing.”
I couldn’t speak, could barely think.All I could do was feel—the rhythm of his body, the heat of his skin, the connection that seemed to bind us together.My hips moved in sync with his, instinctively, driven by a primal need.The room filled with the sounds of our breaths, our moans, the slick friction of our bodies.
Noah’s pace quickened, his body moving fluidly, beautifully.I watched him, mesmerized by the sight of him above me, his muscles taut, his skin glistening with sweat.The pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter, until I thought I would explode.
“Noah,” I gasped, my voice a plea.“I can’t… I’m going to…”
He leaned down, his lips brushing mine.“Let go, Henry,” he whispered.“I’ve got you.”
The orgasm ripped through me, shattering every barrier, every inhibition.I cried out, my body convulsing, my hands gripping him tightly.
"Oh God, I'm coming," Noah cried, and his cock erupted, shooting across my stomach and chest.I'd never seen or felt anything like this, and suddenly I felt a mixture of shame and desire.Dirty.That's what I felt, but at the same time I felt a strange sense of peace wash through me.
Noah collapsed against me, his breath hot and ragged against my throat, his body heavy and slick with sweat.For a long, breathless moment, neither of us moved.The room seemed to hum with the echo of what we’d just done, like the very walls knew.His heartbeat thudded against my chest, wild and uneven, and my arms went around him without thinking, holding him there, as if I could tether myself to the present moment and not float away.
He pressed a slow kiss against my shoulder, almost absentminded, like it was second nature to touch me this way.His hand traced lazy shapes across my ribs, grounding me, soothing me, though my body still trembled from aftershocks.
I wanted to stay there, wrapped in the warmth of him, the comfort of his weight.I wanted to believe this meant something more than just lust and need.But as my breathing steadied, the edges of shame and fear began to creep back in, insidious, uninvited.
Dirty.That’s what my mind whispered.Unworthy.Wrong.
And yet—God help me—I’d never felt more alive.
Noah shifted slightly, lifting his head to look at me.His face was soft in the dim light, his eyes liquid with affection and exhaustion.He smiled that lazy, devastating smile and brushed damp hair from my forehead.“You okay?”he asked, voice low, husky, tender.
