It turned out that he didn’t need long because within a minute of rocking against me, his movements became more desperate. With my weight pinning him to the bed, there was only so much freedom of movement for him.
“Mav,” he begged. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” I asked as I licked away the sweat that had formed around his parted lips.
“Fuck me,” Eli managed to say and then his mouth was fastening over mine. I’d never been so physically close to a man as I fucked him, but the idea of even separating the slightest bit from Eli was unacceptable to me so I slid my arms beneath his back and hugged him tight as I took over. I would have liked to have gone slow, but there was just no way as my dick surged through all the tight heat that was fisting it like a second skin. And with Eli’s little grunts of delight in my ear urging me on, I didn’t stand a chance. I rocked into him over and over as the lube began easing the way and within a matter of minutes I was pounding into him without reservation, even as our upper halves barely moved as we held on to one another. We didn’t kiss or speak as our bodies fed off each other. Besides our breath mingling and Eli’s fingers digging into my upper back every time I surged into him, there was very little movement going on from the waist up. From the waist down, the pace was frenetic and raw…almost frantic. I could feel Eli’s cock smashed between our bodies, but I couldn’t find the strength to reach between us to get him off.
Because I didn’t want to risk losing even the little bit of connection it would cost if I moved my hand where it was splayed along his back down to his dick. From the grunts and pants that were spilling from Eli’s lips as we fucked, I guessed he might not need the extra stimulation. My theory proved to be correct when Eli began clawing my back in desperation and shouts of pleasure fell from his mouth. In the same instant that he let out a satisfied howl of relief, hot liquid coated my abdomen and Eli’s inner muscles clamped down on my dick so hard that I went off just like that. Blackness threatened as my balls emptied and electricity shot up my spine and out to all my nerve endings. I called Eli’s name as I began shooting into the condom. I drove my cock into Eli as deep and as hard as I could as I tightened my arms around him to keep him from sliding away from me. The force of my orgasm was so intense that my hips rocked Eli’s ass up and off the bed, forcing his legs to bend back in on his body in what had to have been an uncomfortable position. But I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to.
Because for the first time that I could ever remember, my pleasure controlled me and not the other way around.
The blissful agony rolled through me in endless waves and even after every drop of cum had been sucked from my body, I was still shoving into Eli in a desperate attempt to ride out the orgasm to completion. I’d lost track of Eli’s orgasm in the fray, but he was still clinging to me when my body finally began to relax. I recovered enough to finally look at him, but his eyes were closed, effectively shutting me out of what he was feeling.
“Eli,” I whispered, almost afraid at what I would see when he opened them.
He shook his head. “Not yet,” he said softly.
“What?” I asked as I leaned down to brush my mouth over his.
“I don’t want to wake up yet.”
I kissed him again, but when I made a move to pull out of his body, he locked his ankles around my lower half to keep me where I was.
“Not yet, okay?” he said, his voice barely audible. “Just not yet.”
“Okay,” I murmured as I settled my head against his chest and listened to the sound of his still racing heart. I knew I was too heavy for him, but when I tried to even shift some of my weight off of him and to the side, he tightened his arms around me.
I sighed in relief. He wasn’t letting me go…yet.
Chapter Twelve
Eli
I stilled my hand when Mav shifted beneath my touch, but when he didn’t wake up, I continued letting my fingers trace one of the snake tattoos that ran the length of his back. When I’d seen them the first time, I hadn’t been sure how far past the waistband of his pants the tattoos went, but now that Mav was lying face down on the bed, the comforter kicked down past his ass, I had my answer. Each snake’s tail was curved around the globes of Mav’s gorgeous backside and like the tattoo on his chest, the artistry was so flawless that it looked like the snakes could come to life at any moment.