Chapter 90

The sound that came from Daniel’s throat started as a note of frustration, of need and want, and then went high with shock when muscles gave. Clark gripped Daniel’s hip to steady them both, and he stretched Daniel to the splitting point. Sweat sprung up and trickled from his back, neck, and chest, and Daniel shook as he tried to relax muscles over which he had no conscious control.

Clark remained still and rigid, and Daniel gave small cries with each breath. Finally, his body protested the invasion less harshly, and Daniel managed, “Slow…more…please.”

Comforting sounds poured from Clark amidst the panting, easing Daniel as he carefully pushed forward. Daniel cried out, but Clark sliding within was easier than the initial invasion. The deep friction, impaling him with slow intent, shoved everything else aside, and Daniel could feel nothing but Clark inside him, behind him.

“God, you feel incredible,” Clark praised, voice barely audible. “So, so, good Daniel…ooooh…”