His eyelids are heavy, and his pupils are dilated, making his already dark eyes appear black. He’s a goddamn masterpiece, and the moan he expels when I get knuckle deep is music to my fucking ears. I waste no time withdrawing my finger, only to thrust back in with two this time. He clenches around my digits, and I can’t fucking wait for it to be my cock his ass squeezes.

I slap his hand away before swallowing his cock, bobbing up and down, while I work on stretching him. He fists the sheets under him, his hips bucking up and gagging me, and the taste of his arousal is heady. My own dick throbs and leaks as I savor him.

It’s been five years since I’ve been fully inside him, and the knowledge that I’m about to be is almost too overwhelming. I’ve spent countless nights lying awake in bed, wishing I could be near him. Feel his body heat beside mine. Taste his breath on my lips as I slide into him. Hear his breathy moans and needy grunts as he gives himself over to the pleasure my body gives his.

Five years, and it almost feels too good to be true.

“I’m ready. Please,” he begs, squirming under me.

Popping my mouth off him, I drag my fingers out, but not before I graze his prostate one last time and watch him tremble. My fingers find the foil, bringing it to my mouth and ripping it open with my teeth before rolling it all the way on, never taking my eyes off him. I grab the lube, slathering myself up, then moving to slick his hole up.

Once I’m done, I set the bottle off to the side before lining myself up. “You look so fucking beautiful,” I tell him before resting my hands on either side of his head, pressing my lips to his as I push inside. His hands fly up to cup my cheeks as he parts his lips and slips his tongue into my mouth. Rocking into him gently, so not to hurt him, I inch my way in farther.

It’s been five long years since I’ve been inside Cash, and it’s like no time at all has passed. He’s home, and nothing feels as good as he does. His tight channel squeezes my cock, constricting as he works to relax around me.

One of his hands snakes around the back of my neck, grabbing at the short hairs on my nape, while his other remains firmly planted against my cheek. He continues to kiss me with long, powerful strokes of his tongue while I sink fully inside him. I have to pause once I’m fully sheathed because the pressure and the warmth is too much. If I don’t slow down, I’m going to finish before I even really get started.