“Tell me.”
“Don’t be afraid to touch me. Everywhere. I don’t want to feel like you only want to use my hole, Gray. Even if it’s not true, I want to feel like you want all of me just the way I am.”
The touch-starved plea of Ozzie’s words made my chest ache. I glided my hands up his back, down to his sides, and under him until his nipples were between my fingers.
“I do, Ozzie. So much.”
“I don’t want you to forget I have a soft pudgy stomach or that I could probably fill out a B-cup just fine. I want the opposite. For you to see all this and make me feel beautiful because of them.”
“But youarebeautiful.”
“I don’t mean on the inside.” He lowered his head, his words sounding muffled. “Do you know that once at the salon where I worked when I mentioned I was engaged, someone told me I must have a great personality?” He let out a bitter laugh. “Apparently, I’m not attractive enough to attract anyone, so I must have personality on my side.”
A lump formed in my throat at the anguish in his voice. My sweet Ozzie. If only he knew how he looked in my eyes. I could show him.
“Come here, beautiful.” I helped Ozzie up and wiped the wetness from his cheeks, then sat back against the glass and urged him to straddle my lap. “You do have such a warm and inviting personality. But you can bet your sweet ass I’ve never slept with anyone just for their personality. I find you sexy and attractive, Ozzie, all of you. Not despite your curves but because of them.”
I ran my hands down his sides and cupped his backside, pressing him closer. His breath hitched, and his eyes widened slightly. I kissed him deeply, not just with my lips but also with my soul. He needed to know I desired all of him, and I would make sure he felt it every single day if he let me.
I broke the kiss and moved my lips to his neck. His pulse quickened under my touch as I slowly traced the contours of his body.
“I love these soft spots,” I murmured against his skin, lightly caressing the swell of his stomach. “They are a part of who you are.”
I grabbed the lube and condom from the basket, quickly sheathed myself between kissing Ozzie’s beautiful body, and squeezed the lube into his hand.
“So big.” Ozzie generously applied it to my cock. “Wish I could feel you raw inside me.”
I stilled Ozzie’s hand and clutched my cock by the base. I smacked his dick with it a few times, loving the sounds of Ozzie’s moans.
“Sit on it. Just for now, it’s yours, Ozzie. Take it.”
Ozzie held his cheeks apart and sat. The head of my cock pushed against his opening, slowly stretching him as he settled onto me. Ozzie let out a soft cry, tensing for a moment but then relaxing again, allowing me in deeper.
“Do you like that?” I traced the curves of his thighs, his hips, his chest. The gentle movements of my fingers over every inch of him hopefully reminded him just how much I adored him, all of him.
“I…I do.” Ozzie bit his lower lip as he lowered himself farther. His body trembled under my touch, and it was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen.
Ozzie braced his hands on either side of me, rose, and fell in perfect rhythm on my cock. I gritted my teeth against the sensations rippling across my skin. His tight grip around me was intoxicating. I wanted to lose control, but I held myself back. This moment wasn’t about me.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I breathed the words against his skin as he rode me. He was panting and moaning—high-pitched, keening sounds that echoed along the valley below us. I wrapped my arms around his generous ass, gripped him, and tilted my hips when he sank down.
Ozzie’s eyes flew open. Ah, that was his spot. I canted my hips, driving deeper into him, drilling that same place. Ozzie slammed his ass down onto my lap, over and over, riding me faster, our bodies clashing together violently.
“My god, Ozzie.” I leaned forward, taking one of his nipples into my mouth as we moved frantically against each other. So close. My breathing was all kinds of fucked up. A voice echoed in my head that I wouldn’t be struggling to breathe if I released his nipple, but dammit, if this was the way I would go, I would let it happen.
Ozzie fished a hand between our bodies and stroked his cock. His movements became erratic, those small whimpers growing louder. His rhythm faltered, his warm insides clenching around me. His body tensed, then shuddered. I squeezed his chest together and licked from one nipple to the other.
“Oh! Gray! Graaaaay!” His scream was carried away by the wind, his body convulsing as he spilled onto our bodies.
When he slumped forward, I gently eased him onto the blanket on his back and knelt between his legs. I ripped off the condom and took my cock in hand. Hissing, I jacked myself off rapidly. Ozzie was blissed out under me, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me.
“Don’t be afraid to touch me. Everywhere. I don’t want to feel like you only want to use my hole, Gray.”
With my free hand, I traced the curve of Ozzie’s neck, caressed his chest, and danced my fingers over the curve of his belly. I touched his thighs, kneading them, his legs, his soft cock, and down his taint to his slit. Finding lube, I gently eased my middle finger inside him.
“Fuck.” I exploded all over Ozzie’s stomach, aiming right where he’d already come. Ripples pulsed through me as my body convulsed with the force of my orgasm. The vision of Ozzie so open up beneath me, his stomach splattered in his cum, coaxeda groan out of me. My head fell forward as I continued to stroke myself through the aftershocks, mingling my cum with his.
Ozzie lay beneath me, his chest heaving, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat and our mixed release. He lazily traced patterns on my chest with his fingers, his touch featherlight, sending little shivers down my spine. His eyes were half-lidded, and a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
