Page 17 of MOM

"Uh-huh."

He might be getting close, but he is still riding mehard.

I tighten my grip then give my wrist a workout to rival the hammer rotations I do in the gym.

"Oh, god. I'm gonna come," he yells out, bucking wildly, his channel throbbing and pulsing around my dick.

My hand becomes a blur, but all I look at is his face. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Warm ropes land across my chest and abdomen, and I stare, transfixed by the beautiful man I have the honor of being inside.

Rolling his neck, he straightens then gives a little shoulder shake. "Wow. That was… Wow. Okay, your turn."

The quick turnaround makes me grin. "Always thinking of the client, huh?"

He grins right back. "Nope. Thinking purely of me. I want to feel your load in my ass."

I groan, his dirty words taking me right to the edge.

"Keep talking," I grit out, rocking into his body.

He leans forward, and the change in angle isdivine. "I want to feel your cum in me, dripping out of my ass all night long."

"Oh, fuck!"

"Fill me up, big boy. Fill. Me. Up."

"Fuuuuck!"

I buck my hips and drive into him with all my force, unloading deep inside his ass just how he wanted.

Decker keeps me inside him for as long as possible, only relenting once I start going soft. He climbs off me and snuggles into my side, under my armpit.

"That was so good, thank you," he breathes.

"I should be the one thanking you," I say, kissing the top of his damp curls.

"I'll be right back," he says, shooting off the bed and making a beeline for the en suite. He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth.

"What are you doing?"

He starts wiping his cum off my chest and stomach. "Cleaning you up. I made a bit of a mess."

I latch onto his wrist, and he flicks his blue eyes to me. "You can make all the mess you like on me."

He smiles as he finishes wiping me down, and I stare at him, unable to move or even process the sweetness and tenderness of his gesture.

No one's ever looked after me like this before. I guess because of my size, most guys think I'll be the one doing the aftercare, and I always do.

And I like doing it. I naturally have a protective, nurturing side.

But this…this is special.

He tosses the cloth away and settles by my side again, fitting so beautifully against me. I play absently with his hair, twirling it around my fingers, wishing this moment could last forever and trying to convince myself that it can. That the alternative I'm desperately trying to avoid isn't getting closer and closer with every second that ticks by.

"What are you thinking?" Decker asks, his head resting on my chest, gently lifting and lowering with my breathing.

"Nothing."

He lifts up, those intelligent blue eyes boring into me. Can he tell I'm lying? What's going through his mind? Is he already planning how to say goodbye in the morning? Or does he not want this night to end as much as I don't want it to?