Page 53 of Inside Out

Jules responded by lowering his head and kissing me as he slowly worked his cock inside my body one glorious inch at a time. It was painful at first but then I just felt stretched and full by the time he was buried to the hilt. Jules raised his head and looked down at me. “Still with me?”

“Make me yours,” I whispered breathlessly.

Jules began to move then, slow and languid at first, allowing my body time to adjust, then sped up at my urging. “God, yes. More.” In case my words weren’t enough, I raked my nails down his back until I gripped his ass with both hands and raised my hips up to meet his thrusts. Our sweat-slicked bodies slapped together as we chased our climax, panting and groaning. It was too much and not enough at the same time. I was desperate to come but frantic to make it last at the same time.

I came first with Jules’s name on my lips then held him tight in my arms as my spasming clench pulled him over the edge with me. Jules’s body stiffened and stilled in my arms for a heartbeat before he started rutting inside me again. I felt the scalding heat from his release through the thin latex barrier as he cried out my name. He didn’t stop until I’d milked the last drop from him.

We lay there together touching and kissing for several minutes before he carefully eased out of me.

“Now can I feed you?”

“Shower first?” he countered.

“Sure. I’ll go heat up a plate while you—”

“Join me?”

I wasn’t passing that up. It turned out the only thing more beautiful than Julius Shepherd naked in my bed was him naked and wet in my shower. My greedy hands touched his strong, muscled body everywhere while I washed him with my body wash. Man, did I like that he smelled like me.

“How do you feel about delaying dinner a little longer?” I asked, looking down at his erect penis in my hand.

Jules lowered himself to the shower floor in front of me, gripped my cock, and looked up at me. “Feed me.”

So I did.