Sajah kept at his slow speed, seemed content with it even, and Justin could only pant and moan. Justin relished the feel of the huge head that constantly rubbed against his prostate, the friction of the shaft pushing and pulling against the rim of his hole. Soft fur whispered against his legs, his hands, his arms in a beautiful contrast, and the smooth, sweat damp skin gliding along his back set his body further alight.
Finally, Sajah sped up and Justin wanted to thank his lucky stars. A subtle change in Sajah’s angle had his thrusts jamming against his sweet spot more firmly, as well as sliding in deeper than ever. Breathless groans tumbled from Justin’s slack mouth and filled the air in counterpoint to the surprisingly sexy rumble Sajah was making. But the tension was too much, the coil wound past the breaking point and he needed to come so badly, the tightening of his belly and the lightening that arced up his spine too good to ignore.