smooth, slick slide, so slow it was exquisite torment to feel one so close, almost attempting to gain entry into the other beyond skin, flesh, and bone to reach into his heart and soul. Kris would’ve been content to carry on rocking like this with his mate, rubbing and grinding against his mate’s arousal, made manifest in an enormous erection, but Rafe took the lead soon enough, digging into the drawer of the nightstand for lube.
But not for one second did Rafe break off his never-ending lip-lock with Kris, who shivered from his twitching toes to his buzzing head, hungry for every taste of his mate. Never had Kris felt such an overwhelming need to be claimed, conquered, and owned till his last breath. One thing he was certain about: he wanted Rafe to be the one to take him, because he would never hurt Kris—only love him unceasingly.
Hearing the unattractive squirt of the creamy lube—the scent of cherry filling the air—Kris shuddered, and Rafe slipped his slick fingers past his painfully erect cock and his achingly tight balls to probe, caress, and slide across his crease to tease his puckered hole beyond, already winking in anticipation of taking in the huge uncut cock poking his thigh. Sighing with a nerve-racking vibration, Kris let the massaging finger play with him, Rafe teasing with his tongue in the same twisting way in his mouth till he was moaning into the kiss, breathless and heady.
“I’m going to take you until you scream, honey,” Rafe murmured into the kiss, positioning himself lower between Kris’s legs, lifting his hips with his non-questing hand, and placing a firm pillow under his hips and lower back.
Kris whimpered when his mate’s stroking finger pierced his tight ring of muscle, falling head over heels in lust, and surrendering to wanton need racking his body all over. Not inexperienced in the ways of the world or men or sex, Kris still wised up to the enlightenment of being at the fork of the road of his life, and perceiving distinctly the direction he was headed—with Rafe at his side. Yes, somehow they’d find their harmonious coexistence and would learn to live together in sync with each other’s habits, both the endearing and the annoying kind.
Two fingers explored inside him now, and Kris thought his feverish head might actually explode with all the sensation flooding him and drowning him in a sea of flames. And then Rafe brushed against the spongy bump of his sweet spot, and Kris groaned, his hips jumping off the mattress in an instinctive debauched reaction.
“That’s right, honey,” Rafe cooed wickedly in between kisses. “Come to me. Let go. I’ll catch you.”
Rafe slipped a third finger into Kris’s tight channel, opening and stretching him for his mate and the inevitable fulfillment of their seductive, sensuous confluence. Suddenly releasing Kris’s lips, Rafe licked his way down with a single wet line to Kris’s groin, flicking the tip of his tongue quickly over the silky-smooth, smoldering-hot crown of Kris’s dick that jumped at the brief contact, leaking milky drops of precum, and Kris moaned louder. Devoted to Kris’s dick with a hungry mouth, Rafe made a fierce foray over Kris’s shaft, suckling the length and tonguing the slit mercilessly until all that was left of Kris’s overactive brain evaporated in fumes, not knowing if he’d ever recover from this onslaught to his body’s nether regions and this attack on his senses and nerves until they overloaded and short-circuited.
“Jesus, Rafe…,” Kris moaned, his whisper as breathless and shaky as his body. Not having expected this kind of animalistic invasion of getting his shaft sucked like there was no tomorrow, he understood that he wasn’t merely being tended to by a lover—he was being devoured by a beast. And he ate the attentiveness up.
Within his mind, filled with blood red sexual imagery, Kris wanted and needed to feel joined with his mate through the act of sex until there wasn’t a
But not for one second did Rafe break off his never-ending lip-lock with Kris, who shivered from his twitching toes to his buzzing head, hungry for every taste of his mate. Never had Kris felt such an overwhelming need to be claimed, conquered, and owned till his last breath. One thing he was certain about: he wanted Rafe to be the one to take him, because he would never hurt Kris—only love him unceasingly.
Hearing the unattractive squirt of the creamy lube—the scent of cherry filling the air—Kris shuddered, and Rafe slipped his slick fingers past his painfully erect cock and his achingly tight balls to probe, caress, and slide across his crease to tease his puckered hole beyond, already winking in anticipation of taking in the huge uncut cock poking his thigh. Sighing with a nerve-racking vibration, Kris let the massaging finger play with him, Rafe teasing with his tongue in the same twisting way in his mouth till he was moaning into the kiss, breathless and heady.
“I’m going to take you until you scream, honey,” Rafe murmured into the kiss, positioning himself lower between Kris’s legs, lifting his hips with his non-questing hand, and placing a firm pillow under his hips and lower back.
Kris whimpered when his mate’s stroking finger pierced his tight ring of muscle, falling head over heels in lust, and surrendering to wanton need racking his body all over. Not inexperienced in the ways of the world or men or sex, Kris still wised up to the enlightenment of being at the fork of the road of his life, and perceiving distinctly the direction he was headed—with Rafe at his side. Yes, somehow they’d find their harmonious coexistence and would learn to live together in sync with each other’s habits, both the endearing and the annoying kind.
Two fingers explored inside him now, and Kris thought his feverish head might actually explode with all the sensation flooding him and drowning him in a sea of flames. And then Rafe brushed against the spongy bump of his sweet spot, and Kris groaned, his hips jumping off the mattress in an instinctive debauched reaction.
“That’s right, honey,” Rafe cooed wickedly in between kisses. “Come to me. Let go. I’ll catch you.”
Rafe slipped a third finger into Kris’s tight channel, opening and stretching him for his mate and the inevitable fulfillment of their seductive, sensuous confluence. Suddenly releasing Kris’s lips, Rafe licked his way down with a single wet line to Kris’s groin, flicking the tip of his tongue quickly over the silky-smooth, smoldering-hot crown of Kris’s dick that jumped at the brief contact, leaking milky drops of precum, and Kris moaned louder. Devoted to Kris’s dick with a hungry mouth, Rafe made a fierce foray over Kris’s shaft, suckling the length and tonguing the slit mercilessly until all that was left of Kris’s overactive brain evaporated in fumes, not knowing if he’d ever recover from this onslaught to his body’s nether regions and this attack on his senses and nerves until they overloaded and short-circuited.
“Jesus, Rafe…,” Kris moaned, his whisper as breathless and shaky as his body. Not having expected this kind of animalistic invasion of getting his shaft sucked like there was no tomorrow, he understood that he wasn’t merely being tended to by a lover—he was being devoured by a beast. And he ate the attentiveness up.
Within his mind, filled with blood red sexual imagery, Kris wanted and needed to feel joined with his mate through the act of sex until there wasn’t a
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