...i compelled him to be as gentle and was glad that he complied. he would reach down on me at every moment and plant kisses at the back of my neck, and bite my ear, like a sweet reassurance that it will be fine and that i would still enjoy whatever we were doing. “just tell me if you’re hurting..”, i admired the reverence even a midst an intercourse, checking if i could still hold on to it. “just go on, i’d say when this is getting too uncomfortable”. but really, i just want him to fuck me like he had wanted to. and i'd let him have that.
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while on a dog stand, he held me firmly by the waist and adjusted his angle to a position where he could crouch down with his knees bent on a half squat. he ordered me to be steady. though his requests were appeasing, i obliged with his firm instructions like a slave following his master’s imperatives. and from there he pushed himself inwards again, moving in and out, filling and emptying me, without breaking the rhythm. i adjusted my knees and put them closer together to squeeze more on him. “ughh..” he could not muffle his groans anymore. although his position was a little unstable, he managed to reach me from behind to give my dick some stroking. he probably thought he needed to reciprocate the gratification, and that i needed it too at the moment. it felt a lot better now: twenty for the effort. he’d just proven his mastery: he’s really good at this beyond doubt.
my chuckle shifted into a shivering gasp when he was continually stroking me, rough palms but with the perfect pressure made my tool slither so flawlessly inside his grip. i think there was a mingling between a slight discomfort on my behind and the close-to-orgasm feeling this man was giving me. the rhythm of his hips seamlessly goes in euphony with his consistent rubbing. i could not believe that what his doing caused a lot of pleasure as much pain. with that i couldn’t keep my groans anymore. rough hands, hard dick, and sweaty body of a hot guy fucking me from behind were kind of an unusual but perfectly combined recipe working in ways that had never occurred to me.
after a while he carried me back to the bed again. he eased me up over onto the sheets, clearing the scattered pillows over. i saw his dick not getting any limper. he placed my legs over his shoulders to restrain me, and pinned me down with his palms over mine. i felt his swell yet again inside me. he was pounding harder than he ever did earlier. this is it. “oh god fuck me hard”, i pleaded to him like a servant begging for his lord. “you liked this, huh”, he said pushing some more. “you want this, i’m gonna finish you off”, he said again, gasping his breath. i was this time letting it all out: shaking, yelling, and cursing. and after one final shove together with a loud unrepressed groan, he collapsed onto me covered with sweat. i reached for his back and glided my hands over his dripping body, and gave him one final lick on his neck. then we settled after a while, tired. drenched.
he rolled off the bed and went to the toilet. i thought i heard a flick of a rubber and then the tap running. when he came back he was already bare, limp and lifeless. he gave me a weak smile, and i just marveled at his nakedness. he laid down on the center of the bed while i was on the side near the edge from our last position. he reached his arm telling me to come closer to him. we cuddled: with his overall appearance it was not obvious for a guy like him to do such. i haven’t really known him yet. somehow he’s full of surprises even at the verge of this dying encounter. so we talked. we talked about many other things, the type i cannot disclose. i admired him more, i felt his authenticity, as much as i felt sadness that maybe this one was just as fleeting as everything else.
i knew it.
but for the remaining moments, i’d slept on his arms for the rest of the evening.
tomorrow wouldn’t be too soon.