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hands, took my nipple in his mouth and suckled, nipped, moved to the other. His fingers left my hips and moved to the joining of our bodies, sought the soft button of my clit and circled it, pushing me past climax into thrashing abandon. His lips were on one nipple, his fingers rolling another, his other finger working slow circles around my clit, his cock driving deep, his muscles beneath me...he was everywhere, around me, in me, beneath me.
I came, hard and seeing stars, and then came again.
And still he rocked beneath me, hard, thick, unspent.
I rolled off of him and moved to my hands and knees. He slid up behind me, touched my entrance with the tip of his cock, hesitated, then pushed into me, sighing in pleasure. I rolled back into him, rocking on my hands and knees, pushing his rhythm faster, harder, more. He gasped my name, over and over, a prayer.
I didn't think I would come again, I had thought this would be for him, but he drove into me and I gasped and felt the pressure building once again, fire leaping through my blood and blossoming in my sex, and now our motion was a desperate clash of bodies as we neared climax together, a furious onslaught of passion.
"Give it to me, Shane," I said, as he began to climax, "don't hold back...give it all to me."
"Oh god, Leo, yes...all of it, only for you..." And then he exploded, a shuddering groan, and a dozen thrusts within me, each with a spill of hot seed splashing into me, filling me, completing my own orgasm with a clench of muscles around his rigid, pulsing cock.
He folded over me, held to me, trembling, thrusting in small shuddering aftershocks. He kissed my spine, slid palms against my sides, held the dangling weight of my breasts in his hands.
He was still semi-rigid within me as we fell to our sides. I pushed my ass back into him, wanting more of him, wanting him to stay within me. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, and he thrust into me. This wasn't about sex anymore, wasn't about climax anymore; now it was about the pure joy of being filled by him, of our bodies joined.
We drifted, his body spooned against mine, and I woke to the rhythmic soughing of his sleeping breath, and his cock hard within me.
It was instinctual, my mind half asleep, my body awake and filled and wanting. I moved, a slight roll of my hips, and he, even sleeping, responded, moaning muzzily. His hand was on my hip, and now I heard his breathing change and his hand drifted up to cup my breast, and he pushed into me, pushed into me, and I pushed back, and then we were desperate once more, moving in synchronized need. Full and deep, harder and faster, his breath on my back, his fingers on my nipple, and then he rolled onto his back with me on top of him, sliding up so he was on a slight incline against the headboard, all of my weight on his body, his knees drawn up next to mine, and oh god, oh god, he'd never, never filled me so fully as this. My arms wrapped around his knees and I pulled myself up, released, pulled, released, driving him so deep I thought he might sink all the way within me and disappear, and my muscles were trembling but I kept going, pushed through it, needing his fullness more than ever. As much as I'd had him in the last few days, I couldn't get enough, couldn't be filled without wanting and needing more and more and more.
We came together, in the same moment, a groaning symphony of ecstasy.
This time, when we were finished and limp, Shane got up and brought a towel and cleaned me, gentle and thorough.
We slept again, tangled together.
* * *
I woke to Shane's lips on mine, soft and tender and hesitant. He waited until I'd rubbed the sleep from my eyes and gazed up at him with wondering eyes. His expression was that of a man about to say something important.
I waited, my heart in my throat.
"I'm so in love with you, Leo," he said.
There it was, out in the open, spoken in so many words.
"Shane..." I wanted to say it back, but I stalled.
The only
I came, hard and seeing stars, and then came again.
And still he rocked beneath me, hard, thick, unspent.
I rolled off of him and moved to my hands and knees. He slid up behind me, touched my entrance with the tip of his cock, hesitated, then pushed into me, sighing in pleasure. I rolled back into him, rocking on my hands and knees, pushing his rhythm faster, harder, more. He gasped my name, over and over, a prayer.
I didn't think I would come again, I had thought this would be for him, but he drove into me and I gasped and felt the pressure building once again, fire leaping through my blood and blossoming in my sex, and now our motion was a desperate clash of bodies as we neared climax together, a furious onslaught of passion.
"Give it to me, Shane," I said, as he began to climax, "don't hold back...give it all to me."
"Oh god, Leo, yes...all of it, only for you..." And then he exploded, a shuddering groan, and a dozen thrusts within me, each with a spill of hot seed splashing into me, filling me, completing my own orgasm with a clench of muscles around his rigid, pulsing cock.
He folded over me, held to me, trembling, thrusting in small shuddering aftershocks. He kissed my spine, slid palms against my sides, held the dangling weight of my breasts in his hands.
He was still semi-rigid within me as we fell to our sides. I pushed my ass back into him, wanting more of him, wanting him to stay within me. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, and he thrust into me. This wasn't about sex anymore, wasn't about climax anymore; now it was about the pure joy of being filled by him, of our bodies joined.
We drifted, his body spooned against mine, and I woke to the rhythmic soughing of his sleeping breath, and his cock hard within me.
It was instinctual, my mind half asleep, my body awake and filled and wanting. I moved, a slight roll of my hips, and he, even sleeping, responded, moaning muzzily. His hand was on my hip, and now I heard his breathing change and his hand drifted up to cup my breast, and he pushed into me, pushed into me, and I pushed back, and then we were desperate once more, moving in synchronized need. Full and deep, harder and faster, his breath on my back, his fingers on my nipple, and then he rolled onto his back with me on top of him, sliding up so he was on a slight incline against the headboard, all of my weight on his body, his knees drawn up next to mine, and oh god, oh god, he'd never, never filled me so fully as this. My arms wrapped around his knees and I pulled myself up, released, pulled, released, driving him so deep I thought he might sink all the way within me and disappear, and my muscles were trembling but I kept going, pushed through it, needing his fullness more than ever. As much as I'd had him in the last few days, I couldn't get enough, couldn't be filled without wanting and needing more and more and more.
We came together, in the same moment, a groaning symphony of ecstasy.
This time, when we were finished and limp, Shane got up and brought a towel and cleaned me, gentle and thorough.
We slept again, tangled together.
* * *
I woke to Shane's lips on mine, soft and tender and hesitant. He waited until I'd rubbed the sleep from my eyes and gazed up at him with wondering eyes. His expression was that of a man about to say something important.
I waited, my heart in my throat.
"I'm so in love with you, Leo," he said.
There it was, out in the open, spoken in so many words.
"Shane..." I wanted to say it back, but I stalled.
The only
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