of my finger before I eased it out of him and replaced it with the head of my dick. The feel of his body stretching to accommodate me as I fed him my length did something to me. Even as his body instinctively fought to keep me out, it sucked me in and seemed to beg for more. It left me feeling primal and raw. Like I’d finally claimed Jude in the way I'd been meant to from the moment we’d met.
As much as I wanted to shove in balls deep, I knew better. Jude's body might have seemed like it was effortlessly adapting to mine, but I knew the man beneath me was dealing with a maelstrom of sensations and emotions. Not only did his body need to adjust, his head needed to wrap around what was happening. I didn't care how many hookups he’d had at places like Club Four, this was different and he and I both knew it.
I was about halfway inside of him when I leaned over Jude's back and began pressing kisses between his shoulder blades. I whispered every word of praise I could think of as he fought his body's own natural inclination to push me back out. His body was shaking violently and while I knew he had to be experiencing some pain, the mere fact that he kept whispering the same word over and over again, loud enough for me to hear it, was proof that he wanted this.
More.
I curled my arm around his waist to shield his body from the sharp edge of the vanity as I pressed forward. Jude's cock bobbed against my forearm every time I shifted my weight just a little bit, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum on my arm.
By the time I was fully seated inside of Jude's amazing body, we were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. Jude was carrying the extra burden of having to hold some of my upper body weight because I was pressed so heavily down on top of him. We were lined up from shoulder to hips with not even a millimeter of space between us and I still had my left arm wrapped around his waist. My right hand sought out his where he had it flattened against the counter. The second my fingers met his, he linked them.
I slowly pulled halfway out of Jude and then slid back in just as slowly. Jude let out a little whimper of joy as he felt that undeniable friction inside of him. So I did it again and again, sliding out a little more each time and pushing in as deep as I could go. I kept the rest of my body still as I worked my hips.
Jude reached his free hand behind himself and grabbed my thigh. I took that as permission to do what we both needed. I began thrusting into him harder, faster, deeper. At the same time, I wrapped my fingers around his dick and began stroking it. I wanted to make sure there was absolutely no chance I would leave him behind when I came and that moment wasn't far off. I pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and then lifted my upper body up off of his. I forced myself to release my hold on his hand and cock so I could clamp my hands on his hips instead. Jude grabbed whatever he could for leverage as I began slamming into him. The coil of need began to build and build inside of me.
"So close," I growled.
At my words, Jude suddenly straightened so his back was once again flush with my front. The new position allowed him to sink his ass down on my cock, forcing me deeper still. I glanced at the mirror because I wanted to see what we looked like, but the mirror was fogged over. I paused only long enough to lean forward and swipe my fingers through the condensation.
The sight of my and Jude's naked bodies moving and acting as one just made that coil tighten painfully. My balls felt heavy and achy and I knew I was going to leave bruises on Jude's hips from the way I was holding him so hard.
But I couldn't stop.
I didn't want to.
From the look of absolute bliss on Jude's face, he didn't want me to either.
Jude's angry-looking cock bounced in the reflection of the mirror every time I fucked into him. I returned my hand to his cock and