Free Quiet Nights by Mary Calmes Page A

of the tube snap open and shivering with anticipation.
    “We can wait,” he said, his voice deep and ragged after he let my cock slip free of his mouth. “I can make you come just like this or you can fuck me. I don’t care. I just wanna touch you.”
    In answer, I rolled to my stomach and arched my back, showing him what I wanted, needed to have.
    His hand trailed down my back before his lips followed, all the way to my ass. He pushed my face down onto the bed before his fingers were at my entrance, spreading me for his tongue.
    “Oh fuck,” I moaned loudly, my voice decadent, filled with longing. No one had ever taken such time with me. I’d never been rimmed in my life, never experienced the soft, wet muscle sliding into my hole, swirling, pressing, the languorous licking that made me want more.
    He sucked and laved and ordered me to grab my dick and pull. My words were gone, only sounds remained. When he replaced his tongue with first one lubed finger and then a second one, I began babbling, pleading, needing him before I came, the edge of my vision going white with the throb of my imminent orgasm.
    I felt him at my entrance a moment before he pressed inside. The wide head stretching me caused a twinge of pain that quickly became an engulfing burn that sucked and leeched the pleasure from my body, leaving me trembling as I struggled to accept his girth, huge enough that it could rip me apart if we weren’t careful.
    “Wait.” He gentled me as his slick hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing tight, sliding from balls to head, over and over as he kissed my shoulder and up the side of my neck.
    The roll of arousal became a thrumming in my chest, spreading warmth through my body, making me shiver in his embrace, my balls drawing up tight as he pulled out an inch or so before thrusting back inside.
    A second retreat, and he slid deeper into me on the return, the angle dragging him over my prostate, and I actually saw stars.
    “Do it again!” I demanded, pushing back, wanting him in , not out, desire driving my body and nothing else.
    He eased back and drove forward, hard, fast, and I gasped with how full I was, how stretched, how used.
    “Please,” I begged.
    “I want to be in you, all the time, forever—do you understand?”
    I did. “I do.”
    “There’s only ever been me,” he reminded, “and that’s how it’ll stay.”
    “Yes,” I heaved out the words. “I swear.”
    “Do you want me?”
    “Oh God, yes.”
    His rhythm faltered then, the pounding I was taking got wild and erratic as he hammered into me, over and over, and I became only about my aching, desperate newfound joy.
    “Coz!” I thundered his name in the small room, and he bit my shoulder, laughing, the sound rushing through me as my muscles clamped down on him and I came onto the comforter, engulfed in a splintering orgasm.
    He bucked into me, burying himself to the balls, his entire front plastered to my back as he pumped hot into me, grunting as he gave me his weight.
    I lay there under him, pinned to the bed, semen seeping from my ass, sticky with sweat, and prayed he’d never ask me to move.
    “Are you all right?”
    Quick nod to his question.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “No,” I answered, my throat raw from yelling.
    “Would you ever want to do it again?”
    “Oh fuck yeah.”
    His exhale was sharp. “Thank God, because I’m gonna be honest and say that you have the hottest, tightest ass I’ve ever been in, and I think I wanna live there.”
    Pride filled me, which was ridiculous. He was complimenting a body part.
    “But it could also be,” he said, turning my head so he could kiss me, “that you trusted me to be inside you, and I want that more than anything.”
    “I trust you,” I told him. “And I want to suck your dick and be inside of you and kiss you… please… for the rest of my life. Stay with me, Coz, live with me, belong to me.”
    He slid gently from my ass before rolling me to my side so we were