Part 8

With a smirk on my face I pulled him to my lips. The kiss was dominant, demanding. My tongue pushed his way into his mouth and he immediately surrendered. I lifted him into my arms and carried him to the black leather couch in the middle of our living room. The next moment our t-shirts were gone. I knelt between his legs and opened his pants. My tongue traced the path across his abs and chest. My hand slipped in his boxers, found the aching hardness. He moaned and grabbed me with his left arm, while his injured right rested on the pillow beside him. I found his lips and we played and teased each other, because we didn't want to rush.

I took off his pants along with black boxers. He was all aroused and ready for me. I licked him, sucked him a little just to edge him even more. Then I stood up and opened my pants. His eyes hungrily traced my hands. He looked at me seductively, his long lashes brushing over his eyes as he licked his lips. Then he took me in his hand and stroked me a little. His warm and slick mouth took me in, teased me. His tongue played with the curves of my hardness.

"Tata," I stopped him.

I lifted him into my arms, his legs curled tightly around my waist. We went upstairs to the bedroom. Not worrying about leaving the mess behind us.

I laid him down on our bed. Our naked bodies rubbed against each other. Even thou we were so aroused, we didn't want to move to fast. I properly prepared him with my tongue, then I fingered him until he begged. It was the longest foreplay we ever had.

"Please Perth, heal me," he pleaded.

I dove inside him, slowly... gently. Our pace was calm and loving. We kissed the whole time. We caressed each other. We made love to each other. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the warmth of our hearts entwined. The gap between us vanished, and the pain melted away. There was only the love we shared, deep and unbreakable, the most sacred thing in my life.