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I smiled, my free hand caressing the firm curve of his ass. “Patience,” I murmured, circling his hole with deliberate, slow caresses as he tried to follow my suggestion.

The passion radiating from him struck me to my core. His openness built on the vibe we’d created earlier when we said we loved each other. How he gave himself to me in this moment was something I’d always remember.

Ethan let out a soft sigh, his body trembling as I eased one finger inside. I maneuvered slowly, always giving him time to adjust. His muscles tightened, then relaxed. My cock throbbed in response, making its desire—and mine—clear.

“You feel so good.” My voice was low with want.

I added more lube, nudging a second finger in alongside the first. My other hand explored the strong, powerful muscles of his thighs and up to his balls.

“More, Andre,” he gasped, pushing back against my hand. His voice fractured with need.

I obliged, scissoring my fingers gently, stretching him. His body responded, opening up for me. I leaned down and trailed kisses and soft licks across his back. Each touch and movement drew fresh sounds of desire.

“God, you’re so sexy.”

He turned his head, his eyes dark pools of desire. “I need you, Andre. Please don’t make me beg.”

His words sent heat surging through me. I slowly withdrew my fingers, circling one around his entrance.

He dropped his head and released a long, deep growl.

“Please. Please. Please.”

I coated my cock with lube, the head already slick with precum. Positioning myself at his entrance, I leaned over him, one hand steadying his hip.

“Fuck.” He drew the word out.

I draped myself against his back, my chest pressed to his spine as I peppered kisses across his shoulders. “How do you want to do this?” I asked quietly, my cock nestled against his waiting hole.

He turned his head, his pupils dilated with desire. “I want to sit down on you.” His voice carried a mix of steadiness and determination. “Like before.”

I nodded and scooted backwards, creating enough distance to stretch out. I stroked the full length of my cock while he watched. His hand joined mine and we stroked together. Each movement sent electricity racing through my veins.

He looked down at me, an adventurous smile playing on his lips. He swung a muscular leg over me, planting his knees on either side of my hips. His hard cock stood proudly above my stomach, leaking a drop onto my skin. I gathered it with my fingertips and brought it to my mouth, savoring his taste.

Ethan reached back, wrapped his fingers around my cock, and stroked twice, increasing my anticipation. He positioned me against his entrance. Gradually, he lowered himself.

A groan slipped from me as the tight ring of muscle yielded, enveloping the head of my cock in velvety pressure. The sensation transcended anything I’d imagined. His tightness turned every nerve ending into a live wire.

“Fuck, Ethan. So tight.” Despite my desire to watch Ethan’s face, my eyes fluttered closed as overwhelming sensations threatened to short-circuit my brain.

“You’re so long.” His breath hitched as he took more of me. “But fuck, it’s good.”

I looked to him and found concentration etched across his features, discomfort mingling with pleasure in equal measure.

I gripped his hips, steadying him as he moved. “Take your time.” My voice strained with the effort of holding back. “There’s no rush.”

“Except I want to ride you. Feel you deep in me.” He rocked, sliding up and down a small portion of my length, previewing pleasures to come.

Leaning over, he planted his hands on my chest so he could kiss me. I ran my fingers through his wavy hair, moaning into his mouth as our tongues met.

He rested his forehead against mine, that small gesture of connection becoming very familiar. “You know, between us, I’ve got the girth, you’ve got the length.”

“And I can’t wait to have all of that in me.” I reached and grabbed for his thick cock, stroking it a few times. As I did that, his hole pulsed around my dick.

His eyes flashed with fire. “Good to know.”

After another kiss, he sat back up. The shift in position relaxed his muscles, and I slid in further. We gasped in unison. The intense bliss overwhelmed me, making me slam my hand down on the mattress. Ethan balanced himself with a palm against my chest, head thrown back in abandon.