“It’s not too much, is it?” he asked again, breaking the rhythm to keep his cock at the tip of my ass. I swear he was testing to see how much it wound me up.
“God, fuck, Harry. I love it. I love you. Just don’t stop.”
He groaned as he started again, using his full weight to slam into me, and I was lost in the sensation of him.
I could only just hear his grunts over my cries as he fucking annihilated me with his cock. I was going to be ruined after this, and that was exactly what I wanted.
I had no idea how long we were there for, but it was the best fuck I’d ever had, because the love running through us electrified every second of it. The only other time I had felt so loved, that I let myself feel so loved, was in that tiny bed in my uni flat twelve years ago.
Letting my heart open, letting him in, meant I could let go completely, and soon I was dissolving with each thud through my body.
It was beautiful, ugly, messy, and hot, and it was perfect.
My whole body ached by the time he leaned forward, panting furiously, sweat falling onto my damp back.
“I can’t keep it up,” he gasped.
“It’s fine. It’s fine.” Tears had formed at the corners of my eyes, and I hid them by burying my face into the mattress. I wanted to keep going. Pleasure firedaround me, my legs shaking so hard that the only reason my ass stayed up was because he gripped my hips.
I was melting, so absorbed by him that nothing else mattered in that moment.
“I’m going to come,” he cried, his body bent forward, pressed hard against me as he pushed into me as deep as he could go.
I was nearly there as well, but everything was so full and tight, I could barely get any words out. I was all moans.
“Dom, fuck…” Another thrust and his trembling changed as he pulled back, gave me one final slam, and shuddered.
“Dom, you - oh God, this is so good. Dom, I think…”
His cry from above me was amazing, and he stayed buried in me, even as he fell forward, his chest crashing into my shoulders as he kept grinding his cock into me.
Like he remembered what he was doing, his hand suddenly grasped my cock and furiously stroked me.
“I want you to come, Dom. Please come for me.”
God, I loved it when he said my name, or when he touched me, or when he did absolutely anything.
I tipped my head back as I moaned, pressing against his cheek as I kept my hips moving.
“I’ve never told you how sexy you are, have I?" he asked. "I know you said that about me, but I feel the same.” The combination of his words and his hand had me shooting toward the edge, my ass burning from his rough fuck, and the hard pulls on my cock driving me crazy.
“Say it again,” I groaned. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“I’ve come while thinking about you so many times.”
“Fuck,”
“Whenever I was on the phone to you, when you asked me to finger myself… I always thought of you.”
“Fucking hell, Harry, I can’t.” My head dropped as he kissed the back of my neck.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for months,” he gasped.
I couldn’t hold myself back. I was so close that I choked out.
“I love you, Dom,” he whispered in my ear, sending me over the edge.
Pressed against his chest, one hand still on my cock, he drew me back for a hard kiss, and I melted into him, knowing then that he’d never let me go.