by Pelaam
“I won’t last long if you keep doing that, you feel too good.”
A pleased smile lit up Ceron’s beautiful face, his lover obviously happy with the compliment. When Storm finished oiling his cock, Ceron opened his legs wider, his invitation clear. Storm growled low and deep. It was time to mate.
Lifting each of Ceron’s legs, Storm kissed a path down each calf to the ankles before resting them on his shoulders. Ceron’s body was now fully exposed. Storm wanted this mating so much, wanted them both to remember this moment for the rest of their lives. He inched forward, his hard flesh in his hand, and slowly guided it to rest against the small opening of his mate’s body. He teased Ceron, rubbing the head of his cock over the glistening flesh.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Ceron nodded. Storm searched his beloved’s face. It was flushed with want, anticipation, and apprehension. There was no pain, fear, or distress. He leaned forward and dropped a kiss to the parted lips.
“Breathe deeply, my precious love.”
Slowly, Storm pushed forward. There was a moment of resistance, and he eased back. He brought the tip of his erection back to simply rest against the young man’s virginal entrance.
“Will you allow me inside?” His voice was low, a rasp of sound.
Leaning forward, he slid his fingers into his mate’s tresses to hold Ceron’s head in place as he moved his lips against the skin of Ceron’s throat. He felt the tight opening relax and he began to sink inside. Ceron’s body slowly blossomed in welcome. Storm pushed a little more, slowly sliding in an inch at a time, ever deeper into his young man’s incredible heat until he was fully sheathed,
“That’s it, you have me.” Storm hardly recognised his own voice it was so deep and hoarse. The feeling was exquisite. Hot, slick velvet walls pulsed around him and Storm knew he belonged nowhere else in the world.
Resisting his instincts, Storm held himself steady; the urge to thrust mindlessly into the hot sheath surrounding him was almost overwhelming. Ceron lay beneath him, unmoving apart from the deep, rhythmic breathing as Storm had instructed. He grinned as the tight lines of pain faded from around his mate’s closed eyes and they opened to look at him with joy and wonder.
“I have you.” Ceron echoed Storm’s words. “I can feel you in me.”
“I feel you too, my precious.” Carefully Storm guided Ceron’s legs down and around his waist. It enabled him to lean forward more comfortably until their mouths were almost touching. He felt Ceron’s warm breaths caressing him as he gazed into eyes filled with warmth and love.
“I love you.” He closed the last infinitesimal distance, and took Ceron’s mouth in a deep kiss. He almost lost himself in the feel of the soft, pliant lips, and pushed his tongue inside the warm haven.
As he kissed his lover, Storm pulled back slightly, feeling the tight channel grasp deliciously at his hard shaft. Ceron relaxed beneath him as Storm continued to kiss him. Ceron stroked Storm’s back and carded his hands through Storm’s hair. Storm slowly ended the kiss, sucking on Ceron’s succulent lower lip
“Will you allow me to make love to you?” Storm gave an experimental thrust of his hips.
He gave a lusty groan as Ceron clenched his inner muscles, and tried to thrust back. In response he eased away and then pushed inside once more. This time it was Ceron’s turn to groan as Storm rubbed over his mate’s sweet spot. He repeated the movement, his cock rubbing over Ceron’s hidden nub on each stroke.
As he moved into a gentle rhythm, Storm felt Ceron’s erection push against his belly as he rocked back and forth. Picking up speed, he reached between them to take Ceron’s weeping shaft, and stroke it in time with the tempo of his hips.
The reaction was instantaneous. Ceron’s tight channel squeezed his cock with sublime heat and pressure. He slowed to a stop as he pulled Ceron higher up onto his thighs. The change in angle let him thrust more deeply into the hot, tight passage and Ceron cried out with delight.
Storm threw back his head as he thrust his hips. He wondered if Ceron could also see the stars that seemed to whirl around them. He would never have believed that his body could feel such profound rapture, such exquisite bliss, such harmony with another. Storm was sure to the depths of his soul, and the bottom of his heart, that it was only with Ceron that he could feel this way.
Shifting positions once more, Storm balanced his weight on his left hand at the side of Ceron’s head, and grasped Ceron’s cock with the other. As he thrust harder, Ceron released a sound of pure pleasure. His mate rocked his hips in counterpoint to the rhythm Storm set. Ceron grasped tightly to Storm’s back and dug his heels insistently into Storm’s buttocks as if urging him on. The mix of gasps, moans and sighs as they moved together was music to Storm’s soul.
The pace of their lovemaking increased incrementally, their shared enjoyment, arousal, and pleasure bringing them ever closer to completion.
A low growl rumbled deep in Storm’s chest as Ceron tensed and the velvety walls that enclosed Storm’s cock contracted. As his climax overtook him, Ceron cried out his lover’s name.
Storm knew paradise as he heard the rapture in Ceron’s voice. The tight heat surrounding him clenched, and began to spasm as his beloved spilled his seed. Pearly fluid pulsed over Storm’s hand, and cascaded onto Ceron’s abdomen. Storm tried to milk his lover before succumbing himself.
His body trembling, Storm couldn’t resist any longer, and lunged to bite down on Ceron’s bare shoulder, sucking instead to leave his mark outside his mate’s body as he followed him into ecstasy. Releasing the succulent morsel, he threw back head and bayed in pleasure. His seed spurted in pulse after hot, wet pulse to fill the still shuddering man he held. His release was so powerful that his vision began to grey as he emptied himself into his mate’s welcoming body.
It was long moments before Storm’s thundering heartbeat slowed, and he lifted his head from where it lay on Ceron’s marked shoulder. His lover smiled at him, his hair in disarray, and his mouth reddened and swollen from their kisses. But his face shone with such joy it was as though he was illuminated from within.
Storm was delighted beyond measure to have conferred such pleasure on his mate, and also humbled by the enormity of the gift given in return. Ceron had entrusted him with both his body, and his heart. He hoped he would always prove to be worthy of that trust.
“Are you all right, my love?” Storm lifted his head from where it lay on Ceron’s marked shoulder—so he wouldn’t have to stretch up to drop a loving kiss to the parted lips.
“Yes.” Ceron sighed. “It was truly paradise, Storm. It was as though there were stars watching us. Thank you.”
To know Ceron seemed to have shared the same vision as himself when lost in his pleasure thrilled Storm. His smile turned loving as he began as slow descent of Ceron’s body, licking away every trace of his lover’s crème. He suckled daintily at the damp, spent cock that lay on a smooth, silken thigh. His head dropped between Ceron’s still outspread legs and the Wolven licked at those drops of his seed that had slipped from his mate’s body, relishing the moan the intimate act engendered.
Satisfied with his cleansing, Storm gathered his lover into his arms, sighing with happiness as Ceron’s body melded to his.
“Lie with me a while, my precious love.” Storm nuzzled his lover tenderly. “Once you have recovered a little I will fill a tub and we can bathe together. It will help with the aches you will have from our lovemaking.”
“Can we make love again later, Storm?” Ceron’s voice was already soft and drowsy.
“Let us see how you feel later, my love.” Storm gave a contented growl. Although the thought of loving Ceron once more sent a thrill through his satiated body which caused his shaft to react with reawakening desire.
“If you would not be too sore, I would make love with you time and again until we are toothless, old, and grey.” Storm huffed, his laugher ringing out as Ceron snickered against his chest.
“And I will still lo
ve you even then,” Ceron said. “You will always be handsome and virile to me.”
“And I will always love you,” Storm spoke without hesitation. “You will always be my precious love.”
When he felt Ceron’s body go lax, he nestled the slighter body as close to his own as possible. He had his life-mate in his arms, and his love for his precious mate was returned just as deeply by the young man he held. He nuzzled lovingly at Ceron’s temple.
With Torrin in jail, the one threat to their happiness was no longer a concern. There was nothing to stop him and Ceron enjoying a long and happy life together.
The End
About the Author
Living in clean, green New Zealand, Pelaam is a multi-published author of gay romance and erotic books. When not busy writing she can be found indulging in her other passions of cookery and wine appreciation.
Pelaam’s book “Future Imperfect” was a finalist for the 2015 Rainbow Awards in Gay futuristic/sci-fi. “On Dragon’s Wings” was LR Café 2014 winner for Fantasy. “Breath of the Feathered Serpent” was a finalist for the 2014 Rainbow Awards in Gay futuristic/sci-fi. “Bedazzled” and “Firebird” were a combined finalist for the Rainbow Awards in Gay futuristic/sci-fi 2013.
She can be found on Facebook:
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