Page 42 of It’s Only Love

I kiss him again, my hand moving from his hip, and down to his backside where I cup his ass.

“Here? You want me here, baby?” I stroke my fingers across his smooth skin, goosebumps blossoming in their wake.

I move my fingers closer to his crease, teasing it carefully.

“Yes. Bullseye,” he gasps into my mouth.

I can’t help but chuckle. Who knew sex could be this fun? The immense pressure I’ve always had to feel something, anything, is gone. Now all I feel is this intense desire inside, like a ball of need slowly unfurling. And it’s all because of him.

I dip my fingers in between his ass cheeks, stroking back and forth.

Dennis jerks his hips when I brush his hole, his dick digging into my stomach, leaking precum onto my skin.

I can smell his arousal, or perhaps it’s mine.

Or both. He curses every time I brush across his hole, my fingers lingering just a few seconds longer each time.

“Mike, please.” He presses his ass back against my fingers, showing me where he wants me. “I need you. I need you so fucking much.”

“You have me,” I say, and he groans again, reaching for the bottle of lube next to his pillow.

“Here.” He clicks the lid open, his gaze fixed on the bottle. “Give me your hand.”

My mind goes blank. “Which hand?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. Just a hand.”

“Okay.” I hold up my hand in front of him, and he pours a generous dollop of lube into my palm.

“Coat your fingers,” he says, his voice trembling. “You need to open me up.”

I hold my breath as I spread the cool liquid over my fingers. “Like this?”

“Yes, exactly like that.”

“How many fingers do I start with?” I look at my fingers, and while they’re thick, they’re definitely not the size of a dick.

“One. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for more. ”

I nod at him gratefully. “Okay. But you’ll let me know if it doesn’t feel okay, right? Promise me, Den.”

His answer is to lean in and press a featherlight kiss against my lips, murmuring, “Always. I promise.” Then he moves onto his back, spreading his thighs in front of me, his hard cock slapping against his stomach.

I take him in: the dark hair scattered from his belly button, down his stomach until reaching the base of his slender cock, his heavy balls nestled in more hair.

Den’s scent wafts toward me, wrapping around me, making my mouth water.

Reaching for the back of his thighs, he pulls his legs up against his chest until his knees meet his pecs.

He’s a fucking revelation, all vulnerable and open for me.

My gaze trails down to his ass, the skin pale against his otherwise tanned skin.

And just like that, tan lines go to the top of the list of sexiest fucking things ever.

“Come,” he breathes, and I move toward him, sitting back on my haunches next to him. He releases one of his thighs and reaches for my wrist, guiding my lube-covered fingers down to his crease, until my fingers meet his pucker. “Go slow at first. That way it won’t hurt.”

In a daze, I take his lead, circling my index finger around his rim carefully. He jerks as soon as I touch him, then moans deeply as I continue to move my fingers around his hole. He’s so soft.

“That’s it. Now give me one of your fingers.”

Prodding at his pucker, I feel it tense beneath me, then give way as he relaxes and I ease in. He hisses, dropping his head back against the pillow, then moves against my hand. He’s so warm inside, so smooth. It feels unreal, and I’m afraid to move my hand.

“Please, Mike. Please. Move.” He clenches around me, and I start moving my finger in and out of his pulsing hole.

The lube helps him take me easily. I lean in over him, fascinated by his body and how it invites me in.

“More,” he begs, pushing forward to meet each of my strokes.

My cock hardens at the sound of his obvious pleasure, and I grab it, giving it a few tugs.

When I add another finger, he yells, “Fuck yes,” and reaches for his cock, squeezing the base.

Clear liquid drips from the cockhead and glides down his hand.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot,” I grit, fucking him with my fingers, twisting them around inside him.

His mouth falls open, his teeth glistening.

His eyes are closed, his lashes dark against his skin, his bangs falling away from his forehead.

I can’t believe he’s mine. “You’re so beautiful, Den. So beautiful.”

He hums something unintelligible, his hands twisting the synthetic fabric of his sleeping bag. I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of his hole, and when I hit something soft and spongy deep inside him, he goes wild, blabbering.

“Shit, Mike! Shit, shit, shit. Right fucking there. Shit !”

“You okay?”

“Yes, fuck yes, but I need your dick in my ass before I blow.”

I pull my fingers from his lube-slicked hole, and Dennis throws me a condom, grinning at me. “‘ No idea what I’m doing, ’” he says, mimicking my deep voice and grinning. “Could have fooled me, babe.”

I pull off the condom wrapper, raising a brow at him. “Babe?” A strange giddiness pools in my chest at the endearment.

“Yeah, well, you stole baby , so babe it is.”

I lean down, kissing him as I slide on the condom. “I can live with that. Lube?”

“Look at you, Mr. Sex-on-the-Beach, being all bossy.” He reaches behind him and tosses the lube at my chest. “Hurry.”

I shake my head at him. “Needy much?”

“You know it! I’ve been waiting years for this. Now lube up and dick me down.”

I snort, then pour some lube into my palm and start lathering my cock. I’m so fucking sensitive, even through the condom. Hopefully, I can at least make it last a few minutes. As if he’s read my mind, Dennis trails his fingers through my chest hair. “The first time is always over quickly.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Why do you think I just raided a pharmacy?”

I shrug, then place my hand above his, still resting on my chest. “Thanks, Den.”

“No worries. Now, will you please, please, pretty please fuck me before I lose my mind?”

“Yes.”

He rests back on the sleeping bag, spreading himself open for me.

I swipe more lube across his hole until it’s all pink and glistening.

Then I move between his legs, breathing deeply, as I grab the base of my dick.

I rub the cockhead along his crease, and when I’m in front of his pucker, I push forward carefully, feeling resistance at first, until he relaxes and opens for me.

I slide inside, just the tip at first, and the tightness surrounding me is unreal, his heat engulfing me.

“Ahhhh,” he hisses, wrapping his legs around my waist, pulling me closer against him.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Just give me a second to adjust.” I nod, willing my dick not to explode already.

For some reason, his rim stretched around my dick is the most fascinating thing ever.

“Okay, give me more,” he says, his hands sliding from my lower back and down to my ass, where he grabs my cheeks.

I inch forward slowly, feeling Dennis clenching around me as he adjusts to take me.

He feels amazing, and soon I’m all the way in, my balls meeting his taint.

He sighs, his eyes wide open, pupils blown black, watching my every move.

“Oh my god, Mike.” His voice is heavy with need and something else I can’t quite name. I lean in and capture his mouth in a wet kiss .

“You good?”

“Yes, I’m good. You can move now.”

And I do. I pull almost all the way out before pushing back in.

I fuck him carefully at first until he spurs me on with his moans and whimpers.

Eventually, we find a rhythm together, which sends me flying toward my release all too soon.

I imagine disgusting things to slow me down, like prune juice or celery, which I hate, but none of it helps.

All I feel is him, and how he moves under and with me, his warmth, softness, and the incredible noises he makes.

Even in my wildest fantasies, I never imagined it could be like this.

And just by looking at Dennis, I know he feels it too.

It isn’t always like this between two people.

This. What we have is special. A unique connection that I won’t ever have with anyone else, and as happy as that makes me, it’s also damn scary.