Part 8

"Perth, please" I whispered.

He grabbed my hardness and stroked me. Slowly and gently edging me. My hand instinctively grabbed his hard cock, just to feel him, so aroused and ready for me.

He grabbed the lube bottle from the nightstand and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I knew what I was going to get, and that excited me every time.

His fingers found needy entrance between my ass cheeks. He slid inside me, with one finger only. Then he added the second. He was moving slowly, stretching and preparing me properly. We kissed, passionately but still slowly erotically. I pulled his body closer to mine, so that his fingers would go deeper. So that he could reach that special spot in me.

"Ready?" he teased me. He knew I was impatient.

"Make me come, Perth" I demanded.

And he just smiled. He grabbed my legs and spread them, kneeled in between and lifted my hips a little. I felt how the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, all lubed up and so hard. He entered slowly, but I could feel him everywhere. At first he moved carefully, making sure I was comfortable. Then his pace become more passionate, needier.

"Harder, please," I begged. I felt him inside me and that made me so powerful. I scratched his back and bit his shoulder. I wanted to mark him, to show that he belonged to me.

His eyes locked with mine. Our moans of pleasure filled the bedroom. "Perth, fuck" I begged.

"Come for me Tata," he whispered.

My climax exploded between our bodies. And he was right after me, like always. I felt him throb and come inside me. He always loved to wait for me to reach climax first, like that gave him some kind of special satisfaction.