Page 43 of Shipped
“Make me yours,” I whisper. Another line from the show.
The distance between us vanishes. I’m pushed back against the wall as he devours me with a fierce kiss. It takes my breath away. Takes my thoughts away. I cease to exist. I am nothing but the pleasure of his mouth on mine.
His hands undo the gorgeous belt buckle of my outfit. Then he is trying to shove my pants down, but they are tight and leather. My hands join his and with a bit of wriggling and squirming we manage it. Now my pants and underwear are around my calves, and he is still fully dressed. I don’t mind at all. It’s actually super hot.
Belatedly, I realize getting upstairs like this is going to be a challenge. If I want to take my pants off, I’m going to have to unlace my boots and take them off first and that would mean I’d have to stop kissing him.
Suddenly, Kit spins me around and presses me face first against the wall. My yelp of surprise turns into a hungry, excited groan of delight. Okay, this is a much better idea.
One of his hands tangles in my hair and the other traces down my crack. He finds my lubed and opened-up hole and his moan of appreciation nearly makes me come.
He sinks two fingers into me, and I cry out. Everything he does feels so damn good. A few moments later, and he has found my prostate and is teasing it mercilessly. As I disintegrate into a whimpering, sobbing mess I wonder if I should regret teaching him prostate joy. Right now, I don’t regret a thing.
“Rail me!” I gasp. I wish I could blame this one on the show, but it’s all me.
His fingers vanish, and he lines his cock up. Getting tested at the clinic was the best thing we ever did. No more fiddling with condoms, and the delight of taking him bareback still blows my mind every time. It’s insane how much better it feels.
He eases into me, and fireworks erupt in my mind. There is nothing in my soul but bliss and pleasure. Deep contentment. I don’t feel ashamed with Kit. Everything feels far too right for there to be anything bad about it. I love him. I love the feel of him inside me. There is nothing wrong with me.
His thrusts are jerky and uncoordinated. He is making his about-to-nut noises. Fuck, that’s so hot. I’ve got him so turned on, he is going to blow already. Sure enough, with one more deep thrust he empties his load inside me. The sensation of his hot wetness bathing my insides throws me into my own peak and I come hard.
Kit moves his hands to the wall either side of me. I can see he is leaning heavily. The sight makes me proud, even though my own knees are shaking like jelly.
“That was hot,” he pants.
“I think I got jizz on the wall,” I say.
He chuckles, and then laughs heartily. It’s infectious and soon we are tangled on the floor together. Our merriment taking the last fragile strand of our ability to stand.
Eventually we calm down. My head is using his chest as a pillow. I wipe tears from my eyes and he runs his hand through my hair.
“I’m going to look at that spot every time I’m working out now,” he says.
I grin, I like that idea. I like the thought of giving him happy memories. Soon we will have a whole home full of them, and maybe not all of them will be dirty.
I find his spare hand and thread my fingers through his. The future looks perfect. Kit is everything I need. He is mine and I am his. Forever and always. The way it was meant to be.
The End