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Micki

The whole way home I wonder if Mathéo is driving slowly on purpose or if I’m terribly impatient, and the second the apartment door slams shut behind us, I’m on him.

Fuck, that was so hot. His eyes on only me while I danced. His hands all over my body. I’m his and his alone.

Without hesitation, he reaches under my thighs and carries me to the bedroom, dropping me onto the bed. In three swift moves, he strips me down to my crop top. My cock is hard and demanding between us, but before I can think about what this is doing to Mathéo, he sinks to his knees between my legs and takes me in his mouth.

Slowly and teasingly, his lips glide up and down my entire length and his tongue plays with my glans. I want faster, harder—I want more —but he presses my writhing body into the mattress with both hands on my hips.

My eyes find his as he lets go of me with a pop. There is still lust, but it is no longer blind, no longer unbridled. There is love and so much tenderness and vulnerability in his gaze.

“I want to make love to you. You can say no if you don’t want to, but don’t say no to protect me.”

I swallow down all my fears. I want this too, so much. “Okay, but I need fifteen minutes in the bathroom then.”

“Ah, yeah, sure, definitely, um ... okay.” Mathéo rolls off me somewhat awkwardly and all the confidence he exuded a minute ago has vanished into thin air.

“Are you okay?” He nods quickly, a little too quickly for my liking, but I have to believe him. “I’ll be right back.” And after another long kiss, I scurry out.

When I come back, Mathéo is sitting in bed, leaning against the headboard, stark naked. There’s not much left of his hard-on from earlier, but I still need a bit of foreplay too and we have all the time in the world. Mathéo has proved to me over and over that he doesn’t have to be hard to show me how hot he is for me, his gaze is enough as it greedily wanders over every inch of my naked body. His lower lip is clamped between his teeth, and his breathing a little faster than normal.

Mathéo’s body is amazing. When he lies in front of me like this, I find it hard to believe that a man like him wants a skinny skeleton like me, but he never leaves any doubt how much he desires me.

“Are you coming to me, or do you want to watch a bit more?” He looks at me invitingly and seriously, no one could hold back at that sight. With as much grace as possible, I climb onto the bed and straddle his lap so that our balls rub against each other and our cocks touch. My fingers draw little circles in his chest hair.

“Ah, fuck ...” Even the slightest roll of my hips is enough and his eyes cross as his head falls back. It doesn’t take long for Mathéo to get hard under me again, his cock pressing firmly against my balls. A familiar click snaps me back into reality. Mathéo lets a generous dollop of lube drop onto his fingers, then he looks at me. “May I?”

“Have you ever done this before?” I don’t want to overwhelm him.

“Not really, but I want to try. If I’m really bad, I’m sorry, I ...” I gently place my finger on his lips. I love it when he’s shy and insecure, when this big, unapproachable man who dominates every room becomes completely human and soft for me.

“Just do it and we’ll see where you still have room for improvement.” I try to maintain a playful undertone and a grin flits across Mathéo’s face.

“Slide up, I can’t reach you that way.” Two seconds later I feel his wet fingers on my hole, and I love the way he touches me. He’s already had his finger up my ass and today he finds my prostate with ease. In no time at all, he brings me near the edge. I want to come, now. I need to, or... I don’t know what else, my brain doesn’t work anymore.

“More... two fingers...” Wow, I still manage to string three words together. I’m already so relaxed that the second one goes in easily. Two is better, but still not enough. “Three... now...” So much for three-word sentences. My speaking abilities are now level with those of a one-year-old.

Mathéo chuckles. “So impatient.” But without hesitation, his ring finger slides into me too and then he pulls up. Fuck, no one’s ever done that before, I feel like I’m on a hook, the pull on my muscle almost painful, but only almost and I push my hips back to intensify the sensation.

“Good?”

“Ahhh.” That’s all I can get out.

“And that?” Mathéo’s fingers move. Still pulling, he massages my muscle, from the inside and outside. “Mmmh.”

“Should I go on or do you want to ...?”

“You...” A whole word! I’m almost proud of myself, but the pathetic whimper as Mathéo pulls his fingers out of me takes away my last bit of dignity. As my head falls onto his chest, I hear the crackling of a condom packet and feel Mathéo’s hands underneath me.

“Okay, how...?” But I don’t let him finish. I reach behind me with my right hand, position his cock and slowly lower my hips until I can feel Mathéo inside me. So deep and so thick that the first roll of my hips makes me see stars.

Mathéo is quiet, too quiet for my taste, his eyes and lips pressed tightly together. “Hey Schnuck, is everything okay?”

“Too good, if I’m not careful it’ll all be over in a minute. Fuck, you feel so good.” His hands glide up my flanks and goose bumps spread along their path. He’s looking for closeness, he needs more touch.

“Come up to me.” It’s more awkward than I thought, but we find our new position and I can feel Mathéo relax. I sit in his lap, my legs behind his back and his chest against mine. He holds me so tightly, as if he’s afraid I’ll somehow disappear if he’s not careful.

Our movements are slow and deep, with every thrust he touches this magical spot inside me and with every thrust I lose myself more. I want to come so badly, but I also don’t want this moment to ever end.

“You have to come, I can’t hold out much longer.” Mathéo supports himself on the bed with one hand, with the other he presses me firmly against him, his forehead in my neck. I can feel his irregular breathing in the same rhythm on my sweaty skin as his cock in my ass, hear every soft moan in my ear. Everything is so incredibly intimate, so incredibly intense.

My hand reaches between us and it doesn’t take much for stars to expand into a galaxy and the feeling of ecstasy to rush through my body. My ass clenches tight, my muscle pulsates, pulling Mathéo deeper and deeper, holding him captive and pulling him with me.

“Fuck, oh fuck yes, I... Ahhh!” And with a loud scream, I feel him twitch inside me, coming.

Both arms firmly embrace my body as he rides the last waves of his orgasm. This wasn’t just sex, we both know that. It was love, something we’ve never had before and something I never want to miss again. Ever.