After Felix - Lily Morton Page 0,85
sweet spot and send sparks flashing behind my eyes. His body is long and hot against mine, his chest hair abrading my nipples deliciously and his hard stomach rubbing against my cock.
“Oh God, this is a genius position,” I gasp.
He chuckles. Then he kisses me and the pleasure ramps up even more. Back in the day, we didn’t really kiss much during sex. I was usually on my knees or up against a wall or face down on the carpet. It was fantastic sex. The best I thought I’d ever had, but we were obviously missing something because this is epic.
And tender, I realise with a sudden shock. Every move he’s making is tender, with some unspoken feeling behind it. It’s in the way he touches my body as he fucks me, trailing long fingers over my chest and rubbing my nipples, moving the same hand down to cup my bum and draw me closer so that I’m surrounded by his body and his scent. His kisses are sweet and hot, and all the time he’s kissing me, he’s still fucking me with that wonderful cock.
I close my eyes, unable to keep them open under this onslaught of passion. It’s never been like this before.
Max’s thrusts speed up, and he groans. “Shit, I’m close.”
“Come in me,” I whisper, drawing his mouth back to mine greedily. I want more of these kisses. He gives two or three thrusts and then stills and groans long and low. It raises the hairs on the back of my neck as I feel the warmth from him filling the condom. He rides out his climax with short stabs of his hips, groaning into my mouth, and I pant out a protest when he pulls out.
“No, don’t, Max. I need to come so badly. Please.”
“Like this, love,” he says. He bends and takes my dick into his mouth, sucking hard while pushing two fingers gently into my hole, and it’s the spur I need. I arch my back and shout as I start to come. He takes the first spurt into his mouth, swallowing it down, but then pulls off and jerks me, bending so the last spurt lands on one of his cheekbones, before sucking me back into his mouth and suckling gently to ease me down.
He slides up the bed in one fierce movement, rolling me into his arms and sharing a kiss that tastes of my come. We kiss hungrily for a long while, until he pulls back and tugs me into a hug that’s almost painfully tight. For once, my smart mouth can’t do its job, and I just lie there, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and feeling like I’ve finally come home.
My eyes flutter closed, and I’m dimly aware of Max muttering something into the skin of my neck, the words low and tender, before he draws the covers over us and pulls me back into his arms. Sleep pulls me under.
I come awake slowly the next morning, sunlight dancing across my closed eyelids and an intense warmth blanketing my back. I luxuriate in it. I’m always so cold. Memories of last night slowly flood my mind, and I realise why I’m so wonderfully relaxed and delightfully sore.
The body behind me stirs and stretches, and then Max says, “hmm” in a very satisfied way, and the arm around my waist tightens, and his hand starts to slide down my belly towards where my cock is waiting, stiff and ready like it always is with him.
“Oh my God,” I say loudly. I scuttle up the mattress to sit with the covers dragged around me, leaving Max beautifully nude on the gold-coloured sheet.
For a long second, we stare at each other. “Well,” he finally says. “If I was hogging the covers, Felix, you should have just said so. No need to take my nose out in the process.”
I notice the red mark on his long nose where my elbow made contact in my haste to put some space between us. “Sorry,” I mutter. “Didn’t mean to do that.”
“Really?” he asks with lively interest. He rolls to his side and rests his head on his good hand. His cast is a brilliant white in the winter sunshine. “That’s a relief. It’s never a good sign if your bed partner decides to maim you.”
“With your personality, it surely can’t be a new experience,” I mutter. I try to avoid looking at all the goodies on display, but it’s been a long time and all his