Page 79 of Darling
“I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” he pants. “Whenever I get off, whenever someone else puts their dick in me, I imagine it’s you.Fuckk…” He lets his head drop back to expose a delectably smooth throat as his breathing turns quick and hard. When he spreads his legs a little wider, I lean in to press a kiss to his thigh, where corded muscle pulls taught under sun-bronzed skin, delighting when he trembles all over. I trail my mouth up to the crease of his thigh, to where his fingers work his hole expertly, and I kiss the back of his hand tenderly, before I continue up his body. When I’m beside him, he turns his head to kiss me, mouth wet and open, and tongue searching for me. Teasingly, I pull back from his mouth just before it finds mine, which makes him moan again, needily, but then I close my lipsover his, which are bitten a deep red.
“How does that perfect little hole feel?” I ask him, glancing down at where he continues to play with himself. “Is it open yet?”
“Mmmmm, yeah,” he breathes as he moves to kiss me again. I let him graze my lips with his. “I’m so fucking open for you, daddy.” I groan, kissing him deeply and fully. His mouth is hot and wet and tastes of toothpaste and brown sugar.
“Please,” he whispers against my lips. “Fuck me now, please.”
I don’t have the strength to deny him, and so, still kissing him, I shift over his body to position myself back between his open legs, kneeling this time. He reaches out to run his hands up my thighs to my stomach, which I reflexively suck in a little. I’m not as hard or defined here as he is; it’s the area I’m most self-conscious about with regards to my body, the years of late nights, quick meals, and red wine aren’t so easily run off these days.
But as though he can read my thoughts, he says, “I love your body.” It sounds as sincere as it does when he tells his co-stars they have a nice cock, which I’d always assumed to be a line. But because it’s Asher, and Asher says things with a sincerity most other people don’t, I believe him.
“Thank you, though it’s not as young or as pretty as yours.”
He makes a noise of disagreement. “It’s perfect. You’re so fucking hot.”
My cock pushes against his tight, warm entrance now, looking grossly too big. To check, I slide two fingers inside him, which makes him gasp.
“You’re still very tight.”
“I’m a professional.” He grins. “I can take it. Just go slow.”
“Slow,” I chuckle. “I think perhaps you underestimate my self-control.”
“Ugh, then fast, hard, I don’t give a fuck, just give it to me.” He arches and shifts, seeking my cock with his body. I’d be inside him without a condom this time, both our statuses disclosed on the drive to New Jersey—he’d discussed how performers would share these prior to every shoot and how rigorously they needed to test themselves. After Stella, I’d only ever been with Felix, and I knew he was extremely diligent with his body and sexual health—he also tested often and took PrEP daily. Swallowing down the building need, I push the blunt head against his hole. The angle is a little difficult, which Asher notices immediately, though he can’t see where our bodies meet.
“Hang on,” he says, pulling a pillow from near his head to push it under his lower back. It lifts his hips a fraction, perfectly aligning us, and then I give a single determined nudge, and his body gives way and pulls me inside. “Oh, fuck,” Asher gasps. “Oh, fuck. Are you… Okay? Heart okay?”
“Yes, sweetheart, I’m very okay. Are you?” He feels magnificent, tight and warm, and perfect around me. He nods, dropping his head back.
“Yeah, I am. Just… you’re really thick, it’s a lot. Hang on…” He takes a deep breath in and then out and then in again. As I wait, I’m not all the way in, and it’s taking extreme willpower not to thrust, but I don’t want to hurt him. I glance down at where we’re joined, his body stretched almost obscenely around me, rim pink and shining. “Shit, okay, yeah, that’s it. Go. All the way.”
I slide in until I’m fully inside him, which feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt, the tight, hot cocoon of his body making it impossible to know where my body ends and his begins. Shifting forward on my knees a little makes him yelp, bright cobalt eyes widening.
“That was my spot. You’re right… fuck! Yes. On it. Shit...”He grabs his own cock, still hard and pointed upwards, and squeezes the head into his fist, like he’s attempting to crush it into submission. I lean down and kiss him, before breathing him in for a moment as I wait for my heart to calm. “Christian, fucking hell, you feel so good.”
“You feel….” I don’t have the words for it. Overwhelming. Spectacular. Revitalising. “Darling…” I whisper, placing the word on his lips with another kiss.
“Fuck me,” he begs. “Please, fuck me.”
It’s slow when it begins, careful, lips catching on hot panted breaths as our bodies move together. He fits between every limb just so; his leg, as it hooks around my hip, seems to slot there like a puzzle piece, the sound of his breaths and the scent of his skin breathing life back into my heart and my soul. His blueprint fits across every line I’ve drawn for myself so that it feels he was whispered into existence just for me. For this. When he looks up into my eyes, it’s as though he can see everything there that I feel yet can’t say out loud, that I’m too afraid to utter. I lean in and kiss his lips, cheek, and forehead as I thrust into his perfect, magical body.
“I knew it would feel like this,” he whispers to me with a small, intimate smile that kisses its way across my heart. Something urgent is building in me, and I have to slow to a complete stop, or this will be over far too soon.
“I just need a moment,” I laugh breathily.
He reaches up to stroke my cheek, tender and soft. “Take your time. Think you can handle me on top?”
“Um, I think we’ve proven that I can’t. You almost killed me last time.”
“Then let’s try this,” he says and begins to sit up. I pull out and watch as he turns onto all fours, head at the headboard. When he arches his back and spreads his cheeks, I wonder howon earth he thinks this is going to be any less devastating to my control. His body is sinful from this angle. After coating his hand in some more lube, he edges himself back on his knees, reaching behind him to grab my cock and guide it toward his hole. I slide in far easier this time, wet and slippery against the soft, willing heat of his body, before he sits up on his knees and begins to fuck himself on me. He holds the headboard with one hand and twists his head to kiss me over his shoulder, and I’m able to sit back on my knees and enjoy the sight and the feel of him.
“You’re incredible at this…” I murmur between kisses.
“Yeah?” He grins, cheeks apple red from his exertions. “Think I should go into porn?”
I chuckle, reaching out to wrap my arms about him and pull him tight against my chest. This changes the angle slightly and allows me to thrust upwards while still kissing him. “Fuck, I love your dick,” he says. “I love this… fuck, don’t stop.”
I thrust harder, trapping him tight to my body as I suck and bite and kiss every inch of skin I can reach with my mouth. I can feel his nails digging into my forearms as he holds on and takes every pound and thrust I give him. It doesn’t take long like this.