Chapter 47

Finally we separated. I tapped his hip, and he turned, getting onto his knees, his hands gripping the headboard. I caressed and squeezed his sexy ass for a moment, earning me a, “Massage later, screw me now.”

“Bossy,” I grumbled, getting the lube from the nightstand drawer. I slicked two fingers, carefully pushing one into his waiting entrance. He let out a small yip—either of surprise or brief pain—or both. Probing, I found his gland and stroked it.

“Oh…my…God…” he moaned, shuddering from the pleasure I knew I was giving him.

I continued for a few moments, easing in my second finger to gently stretch him. Then, after pulling them out—much to his obvious frustration if his “Damn it, Philip” was any indication—I generously lubed my cock before very slowly entering his tight channel. My own need escalated and it took all my willpower not to instantly thrust deeply into him