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Putting my glass down, I propped myself up, ass in the air as I kept his eyes on me. "Well, there's a willing mouth right here... if you want to. Or... maybe I can watch the show."
"Mmm you're so bad Xander... Might need to teach you a lesson."
"Then stop talking... and punish me."
Oliver set his glass down, hand lightly around my throat as I straightened up then laid on my back for him. Our bodies fit together... and the wetness of him touched my ass and even poked at my hole. It fascinated... and aroused me... how one's body changed. And how the person never changes. I never dated someone like Oliver, but I wanted to know all I could, feel... everything. My hips rocked with his, the bit of his clit that was inside... Fuck. I wanted him to cum like this. Just him inside.
He tried to move away and my legs wrapped around his waist, wanting his swollen clit inside... Still thrusting, he spoke soft as if I'd break.
"I can make it feel better if you let me get my things."
"No... fuck me like this. You're hitting a good spot for me..."
"I'm not... big enough for that Xander."
"Shh... trust me Ollie... Don't hold back."
I hated how he thought about himself in a sexual way... and understood why it took him a year to, well basically lust about fucking me. Now he knows I was crazy about him. And how good he felt on his own.
He stopped again, shivering but his eyes screamed he wanted me...
"I can get a bit more in, but I'd need to be behind you."
Unwrapping my legs, I laid on my side, ass out toward him. "I'll do whatever want me to... Just don't be scared."
Laying beside, his arms held me, back to his chest, and other arm around my waist. "I'm not. Just trying to savor this dream..."
I held onto the word Dream as we fell quiet, Oliver's hips thrusting slow, his face in my neck, teeth gnawing. I almost moaned out but curled my lip to focus on enjoying. From a primal fuck... to something soft, and full of tenderness. All coming from the same person... I thought about it as the fight in his body everyday. Doubting, having confidence, wanting love, and keeping people far away. Because he wants to be enough yet doesn't feel like he is...
Not again. He'd stay a bit happier, with me.
And that was our morning. Slow love until we both felt happy, my ass filled and his 'balls' empty. Hell, we even went out for a while. Just seeing what world we could be lost in. Before letting anything else in.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoYou wrote a beautiful and deeply emotional story that is very special. To have a pair of individuals living in the same abode as roommates and with other roommates who fit so well together while at least one of the pair was unaware of the situation both sexually and emotionally might seem like a fairy tale but I bet this type of thing happens more than you would think it does. I would like to see at least another chapter so we would be able to learn more about their pasts and possible future. I think it could be fascinating and maybe even allow somebody or somebodies that they aren’t so different and you will never find that special person or situation unless you risk it and put yourself out there. It has been proven time and again and while you might get hurt along the way, it happens to us all and is a large part of the human experience. I really loved what you created here and it means quite a bit to me. Thank you for taking the time and effort to create this and allowing me the privilege of enjoying it.
Be well and stay safe.
J.D.
