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There are those cute teeth again, biting his bottom lip, leaving an imprint. I wish they’d make an imprint on me.
“Okay.”
He kisses me, deep and hungry, and I start grinding against him automatically.
“You’re sure it won’t frustrate you?”
“The only thing that’s gonna frustrate me is if you don’t let me help you come.”
His eyelids get heavy and I know I’ve got him.
“There’s some lube in the drawer.”
I open his drawer. Notice the condoms he has in there and try not to think about him having sex with someone else. His pastis none of my business. He’s here with me now and that’s what matters.
When I’ve squeezed some of the lube out into the palm of my hand, I wrap it around him and enjoy watching him come apart under me. He kicks the comforter away, giving me an unrestricted view of his naked body.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
His face glows as he takes in my praise, so I keep it up. Planting kisses on his face and neck between watching him.
“I’ve wanted to do this with you for so long. Since the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted you. Like this. In my bed, watching you come apart for me. Fantasizing about you. Wanting you, so bad.”
“Alexei.” He moans. “Don’t stop.”
I pump his cock while he loses control. His legs splayed open, his head thrashing on the pillow. The sound of my hand and the lube on his cock making my hard-on ache behind my sweats.
“I want you,” he moans. “Please.”
“I got you baby, come for me, come for me.”
He arches his back and throws his head back. His cock leaking until it starts shooting cum onto his chest and stomach.
He moans, his eyelids fluttering and his eyes rolling before he collapses, flinching from my hand when he gets too sensitive to touch.
I watch him catch his breath on the pillow, lost in that haze of post orgasm euphoria.
Usually, right about here is where the guilt and shame would start to creep in. I wait for it to flood his features, but it doesn’t. He looks serene as he smiles up at me, covering his face as he laughs.
“Oh my god, did you watch me come?”
“Of course I did.” I smile.
“I have such an ugly come face.”
My smile instantly turns into a scowl. “No you don’t, who told you that?”
Before he can say anything I realize.
“Serious question, how mad would you be if I kicked that guy’s ass?”
“I meant what I said when I told you I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Trust me, I wouldn’t be getting hurt.”
He puts his hand on my face. “It’s kinda sexy that you wanna beat people up for me. But I don’t want you to actually do it. I don’t need you to.”
I bend down and kiss him, groaning at how good his lips taste.