Page 32 of Love Again

I chuckled.

"Trust me?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes…"

I removed his jeans and underwear in one go, freeing his cock with it. The man was beautiful with clothes on, but with clothes off, he was a work of art, and he'd been hiding the most perfect, thick cock I'd ever seen. My hole clenched in hope of one day feeling the thickness filling me and hitting all the right spots.

"I'm not very big." His self-doubt had no place on this bed, and I wanted to kick whoever it was that had made him feel he was less than perfect. Instead, I took my own pants off and set him straight.

"You are perfect, all of you, and I can't wait to feel your beautiful, thick cock inside me. Got it?" I asked as I kissed him again and pressed my hips against his, allowing our cocks to rub against each other, trapped between us.

I'd planned to unravel him with my mouth, but now that I was face-to-face with him, I had this inexplicable need to see his face when he came. In all my years, I'd never had such an intense need to protect and care for someone like I did with Tiago. I put the thought aside and focused again on the man under me.

He lifted his hips up to meet mine in an attempt to get his relief, and our cocks leaked between us, which gave us some lubrication. I opened my legs slightly and moved so I could create a tight cocoon around his cock. Tiago gasped when he realized he was now sliding his cock between my legs and close to my desperate hole.

Our mouths met again; our kiss desperate like we were trying to draw a breath from the other. His cock slid against my balls and teased my hole, making me perilously close to coming, so I clenched my thighs and increased the speed of my movements.

Tiago's expression as he came was one of wonder. He only closed his eyes for a short moment before he opened them again and locked his gaze with mine. That was enough for my orgasm to tear through me like a freight train.

I lost my ability to speak, to think, to do anything other than feel. When my brain function returned, I moved so I wasn't on top of Tiago. He didn't let go of his hold on me but whispered, "thank you," before he fell asleep in my arms.

I waited until I was sure he wouldn't wake up and went to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean us both and then settled next to him in bed. My last coherent thought before I fell asleep was that I hoped he wouldn't freak out in the morning, or worse, regret what happened, because as much as I thought I should, I couldn't regret a single second I'd spent in Tiago's company.