His body shuddered, the first wave of his prostate orgasm crashing through him like a storm. His gasps were raw, desperate, filling the air as his fingers clawed at the sheets. Sweat glistened on his skin, his chest heaving, every muscle taut as pleasure gripped him—eyes fluttering shut, lips parted in a silent cry. My fingers, deep inside him, curled with deliberate precision, stroking that sensitive spot to draw out every pulse. His cock twitched against my tongue, still wrapped around its base, where I held firm to keep him teetering on the edge.
"Fuck… Adi,” he panted, voice ragged, barely coherent. “It’s… too much.”
His hips bucked, pressing against my hand, chasing the sensation even as it overwhelmed him. I could feel his body surrender, his sphincter pulsing around my fingers, warm and relaxed, inviting more.I grinned, my lips grazing the sensitive skin of his cock as I eased the pressure at his base, letting my tongue tease the underside with a slow flick.
“Just relax and enjoy it,Ahan” I murmured.
My fingers kept their rhythm, a gentle in-and-out, grazing his prostate with each pass, coaxing another shuddering moan from him. His thighs trembled, his breath hitching, and I watched, captivated by how his body reacted to my touch. Then, his eyes snapped open, dark and wild, locking onto mine......
“Adi,” he gasped, voice thick with need. “I want you to fuck me.”
The words hung between us, raw and urgent, his gaze unwavering.
“Please… now.”
My heart pounded, heat surging through me at the desire in his voice. I stilled my fingers, letting the moment settle, but kept them inside him, feeling the warmth of his body.
“You sure?” I asked, my voice soft but laced with hunger, searching his face for any hesitation.
He nodded, swallowing hard, his hand reaching for my arm, gripping it like a lifeline.
“Yeah… I need you inside me.” Without another word, he shifted, pulling himself up with a shaky breath. He turned, positioning himself on his knees, his back to me, offering himself with a vulnerability that made my chest tighten. His head dipped forward, resting on his forearms, his ass raised, skin flushed and slick with sweat. The sight of him—open, ready, trembling with anticipation—sent a jolt of desire through me.I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the small of his back, my hands trailing over his hips, steadying him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I murmured, my lips brushing his skin as I stroked my cock covered with my precum. His soft whimper in response, the way his body arched toward me, was all the encouragement I needed.
I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the small of his back, my hands trailing over his hips, steadying him.
My fingers lingered on his hips, thumbs tracing slow circles, grounding us both in the moment. He shifted slightly, knees spreading wider, his body open and ready, the curve of his arse glistening faintly in the dim light. I took a moment to just look at him—flushed, trembling, completely unguarded. The trust in his posture, the way he offered himself, sent a rush of heat through me, my cock rock hard.I used my fingers to enter his slick hole and open him up more and rubbed my precum around my cock. I positioned myself behind him, aligning carefully, my hands steady on his hips.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, voice low, checking in one last time.“Please, Adi,” he whispered, voice thick with need, his head still resting on his forearms. “Do it.”
I pressed forward, the tip of my cock nudging against his entrance, warm and relaxed from earlier. His body tensed for a split second, a natural reflex, but then softened as I eased in, slow and deliberate. The pressure was exquisite—tight, enveloping, his sphincter yielding to me as I pushed past the initial resistance. His moan, low and guttural, vibrated through the air, and I felt his body adjust, welcoming me deeper. The heat of him, the way he pulsed around me, was almost overwhelming.
“Fuck,” I breathed, pausing to let him breathe, my hands gripping his hips to keep myself grounded. His back arched, and I slid further, inch by inch, until I was fully inside, enveloped by his warmth. The sensation was intense, every nerve alight as his muscles clenched and relaxed around me.
“You okay?” I asked, my voice strained, fighting the urge to move until he was ready.“Yeah… fuck, yeah,” he gasped, his voice breaking as he pushed back against me, urging me on.
“Feels… sooooooooooooo good.”His words unraveled my restraint. I began to move, slow at first, a gentle rhythm, each thrust drawing a moan from him. My hands roamed his back, tracing the sweat-slicked skin, as I found a steadier pace. His body responded, meeting each movement, the sound of his pleasure—ragged breaths, soft curses—filling the room. I reached around, my hand finding his cock, still hard and slick, stroking in time with my thrusts. His hips bucked, as I angled myself to hit that spot inside him again.
“Adi… I’m—” he gasped out, his voice raw, body trembling as the sensations built.“Not yet,” I murmured, slowing just enough to keep him on the edge, my hand tightening briefly at the base of his cock. “I want you to feel this with me.”He groaned, half-laughing, half-pleading, his body pliant and trusting beneath me. I leaned down, kissing the nape of his neck, my thrusts deepening, each one a promise to draw this out, to make this night memorable for us both.
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