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  “I’m all yours kitten.”

  I took myself in hand again and slowly pressed against his entrance until my cock breached it. He moaned and I paused to let him adjust before I pushed deeper, sinking in gradually.

  Being in him was my type of heaven, tight, velvety, and with a wet heat that made me shudder as I held myself back. I could’ve written poetry about how it felt when his body molded around my cock, almost resisting the intrusion but always pulling me deeper.

  I stopped when my hips pressed against Elliot’s ass, and paused again to take an unsteady breath. My thoughts disintegrated into a mindless litany of Fuck, god, so good, need him, need this.

  When he relaxed the last bit, I pulled almost all the way out before rolling my hips until I was buried again in his body. He moaned in pleasure and pushed back against me, trying to somehow get more of me into him.

  I chuckled breathlessly and asked, “You doing okay?”

  “Yes,” He murmured. “Ry, you feel so good.”

  “Not as good as you.”

  I set a rhythm of quick, shallow thrusts, only pulling out a couple inches then slamming back into him. He was a quivering, gasping mess within minutes and wasn’t silent either. He kept up an steady stream of exclamations, moans, and muddled versions of my name.

  I tried focusing on my pace and not my hovering orgasm, but it was getting harder and harder with every passing second. My instincts urged me to go faster, to pound wildly into his warm and inviting body until I came.

  It was so tempting too as Elliot matched my movements eagerly, his moans filling my ears and adding to my pleasure.

  He was a sensual harmony: body yielding under my thrusts, so soft and smooth beneath my exploring hands.

  The air was filled with the sounds of sex and our pleasure, the eroticism of it spurring me on.

  I fisted his cock and began to stroke him, his moans getting louder and more desperate. My dick throbbed.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, “You sound so sexy when you’re close.”

  Elliot didn’t respond, didn’t seem capable of any words as moaned into the pillows. Then he tensed, clearly on the edge of orgasm. I pumped my fist around him faster, shifting my hips until I found the perfect angle that turned his moans into pleasured sobs.

  I didn’t usually cum together with my partner, usually reaching the peak of my pleasure after they’d calmed down. But seeing Elliot so absorbed in his orgasm—his body taut, muscles trembling, ass convulsing around me—pushed me over the edge.

  Pleasure exploded in my groin just as Elliot gave a final, shuddering cry and spilled over my hand. His muscles contracting again and again, clenching around me as he came.

  I pushed myself as deep as I could in his body and came hard, my whole being seeming to dissolve in all-encompassing sensation.

  When I eventually came down from the high, I was breathing hard and drenched with sweat. Elliot had collapsed with his face nestled in his arms, his back heaving.

  I pulled out carefully and he whimpered, shivering a little. I got rid of the condom and then maneuvered myself until I was lying beside him. Eventually, when his breathing had calmed down to a normal level, he shifted to face me.

  “You’re perfect,” he said, brushing away a drop of sweat and smiling with an exhausted kind of happiness. “I’ve always enjoyed our times together, but this was… really something else.”

  I hummed in agreement and leaned in to kiss him. He obliged and the kiss was lazy, only having the purpose of touching and being close.

  When I pulled back, his head fell onto the armrest and his eyes fluttered closed. I thought he was falling asleep, but then he spoke quietly.

  “Does this mean you’re staying?”

  His voice sounded hoarse, probably because he’d been too thoroughly fucked and was still feeling its effects. But it also sounded just like he did after crying, and that thought made my heart ache.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Sighing happily, he snuggled into my chest, “That’s good.”

  I laid an arm around him and slid my fingers through his hair. He smiled serenely and stretched, making a contented humming sound.

  I grinned. How could I have ever even considered leaving my precious kitten?

  To be continued.

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