Of Being Yours[another way 2] by Anna Martin Page B

in together. The tight ring of muscle clamped down around my fingers, and I buried my face in Will’s neck as we both gasped for breath.
    It was my turn to laugh as I found the little raised bump deep inside Will and pressed up on it experimentally, causing Will to let out a most feminine gasp.
    “There… right there,” Will said.
    “I guessed as much,” I said, turning my head for more kisses.
    “Please, Jesse, please,” he begged against my lips.
    “Okay.”
    I removed my fingers gently and sat back on my heels. I used more of the lubricant to slick my cock, probably taking more time than was necessary to make sure it was fully covered. As I did this, Will flipped himself over, dropping to his forearms and knees as he spread his legs obscenely wide. I could see the heavy balls hanging between his legs with their light dusting of dark curls and the thick cock with its aroused pink tip.
    “Are you sure—” I started but was interrupted with Will’s pained  “Yes, now….”
    It was a now-or-never moment as I moved behind my boyfriend. With one hand on Will’s hip, steadying him, and the other guiding my own cock, I pressed the end against Will’s stretched opening and waited for his body to accept mine.
    We both cried out as I slid inside the first few inches. Our room was warm, a little sanctuary from the storm, causing sweat to prick at my neck and spine as I watched the truly phenomenal spectacle of my cock disappearing into the tight heat of Will’s ass.
    Will didn’t seem to be satisfied being the submissive partner. His body arched and rolled, his spine in constant, languid sexual motion; I found myself being taken deeper into his body, not by my own force but by the gentle rocking of his hips.
    It was sublime.  I ran one of my hands up the length of his spine, my hand flat, feeling every bump of his vertebrae. The other curled around Will’s waist, gently angling our bodies together, not that we seemed to need any help to  know each other like this.
    I moved my hand from Will’s hip and braced it on the bed, arching over the undulating body and fixing my lips between sharp shoulder blades, sucking the salty skin into my mouth. Under me, he whimpered.
    “Is this okay?” I whispered.
    “Yes,” Will said. “So good.”
    “Good.”
    I moved my hand to find Will’s on the bed and cautiously linked our little fingers together. At the window the snow poured down against the glass. Our reflection was distorted by the weather outside—we looked animal, inhuman. I turned away instinctively, but on the opposite wall was a large ornate mirror that reflected our lovemaking in perfect, crystal clear quality.
    “Will,” I murmured. “Look.”
    Will turned too and chuckled softly when he caught my eyes in the mirror. “Deviant,” he said. I thrust harder; Will screwed his eyes shut and groaned. “Fuck, you feel good.”
    My balls slapped repeatedly against his, a disgustingly arousing sound of skin on sweaty skin, enhancing the reality of gorgeous, erotic, loving sex like this. But I wanted more. More Will, more kissing, just more….
    I sat back and slid my hand around to Will’s sternum, pulling him up with me so my chest was pressed into his back and we could twist together for more of those delicious kisses. I found too that in this position, I was perfectly placed to wrap my hand around Will’s cock and stroke him in time with what was now a slow, intense grind toward orgasm.
    “Close, Jesse,” Will gasped against my lips.
    “Me too.”
    My hand flew over Will’s cock until the still writhing man in my lap arched and cried out, as erotic and sexual in his orgasm as he had been from the first kiss. I followed him, lost in the bliss and the thudding of my heart that echoed in my cock and balls as they released deep inside the man I was still holding, still pressing close to my body.
    I dropped my forehead to Will’s shoulder and screwed my eyes shut as I searched for my bearings.
    “Oh my