Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
A thought to ponder later. Right now Salem had higher priorities. Such as enjoying the view. “All of that flying really keeps muscles on you, doesn’t it?”
Gregori grinned up at him, entirely comfortable with this lewd observation. “It does. I know you enjoy them.”
“Damn straight I do.” He lined up with Gregori’s torso and ordered softly, “Pull your legs up.”
Heat entered Gregori’s expression as he faithfully obeyed the order. With hands under his thighs, he pulled his legs up and spread them, completely on display for Salem and reveling in it, based on his expression. Such a good boy. Salem had every intention of rewarding him.
He fell to his knees again, grateful the rug in here was thick, and dropped the lube to rest in between his own legs to keep track of it. Very annoying, when the lube chose to go missing.
Then he took a moment, caressing the back of those firm thighs, reveling in the here and now. So often, his mind was set on the next goal, the next task. Rarely was he focused and present in the now. But this was something he wanted to lock away in his memory and cherish. Salem didn’t want any other intrusive thought stealing joy from this.
He started just above the knee, kissing his way down, feeling every jerk and sigh from Gregori. With both hands, Salem spread his cheeks, revealing his ultimate goal. Gregori’s hole was already flexing just from the anticipation, and it was a delicious rush indeed. Like a mixture of smugness and lust coursing through his system. He might have nipped an ass cheek just to hear Gregori startle and laugh. He was always teasing in bed, this one. Past time to return the favor.
Then Salem’s mouth found his puckered ring and he made the most of it. Slurping, rimming, tongue fucking him. Gregori’s moans were back with a vengeance, thighs trembling. Salem loved the reactions he got from this. Loved every bit of it. But his own body was raising demands, and he rather desperately wanted in that ass.
Besides, at this rate, Gregori might well come again before Salem could even get in him.
Blindly, he fumbled with a hand and got the lube open, slathering a generous amount all over his own dick. Salem worked himself up to full hardness in about two seconds flat—he was all out of patience.
He had to get in this man. Now.
Salem pushed himself up to his feet, but as he moved, he got Gregori’s legs up onto his shoulders. The second he’d caught his balance, he guided his dick into Gregori’s tight hole, pushing relentlessly in. From this stance, he could see every flicker of emotion on his dragon’s face. The tightness around his eyes from the burn of penetration, the parting of his lips saying how much he enjoyed it, the way his hands knotted in the blanket under him, like he had to grab something as an anchor.
Bottoming out felt sublime, pulling slowly out like a breath of anticipation of something joyful and perfect. Salem’s whole body shuddered in bliss at being surrounded by such tight heat. He found a rhythm quickly, his thrusts gaining power and speed, but his eyes never left Gregori’s. For once, it didn’t feel awkward to meet a partner’s eyes during sex. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. Rather, it felt like he had so much to express to this man, and keeping their gazes locked on each other was essential to convey it all.
Pleasure started overtaking his common sense. He fucked harder, faster, felt Gregori’s ankles lock behind his neck. Gregori’s dick was fully hard and erect, beading pre-cum despite having just come not long ago. He was clearly loving every second of this and Salem was glad. He was also scheming on doing it again. And again. Really, he couldn’t imagine ever tiring of making love with this man.
Salem could feel his balls tightening, his groin becoming sharper with sensation, knew he was seconds away from coming.
“You’re close,” Gregori panted out.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
Gregori put a hand to himself immediately, jerking off in the same timing as Salem’s thrusts.
The sight of it triggered Salem and sent him immediately over the edge. He pounded into that hot ass once more and then came so hard he felt vertigo. Only his grip on Gregori’s thighs kept him upright. He felt Gregori clench around him, heard the sound he only made as he came, and knew Gregori was right there with him.
Making love with him was always so perfect. Good thing for Salem he got to do it for several more centuries. Decades didn’t seem like enough time.
He ended up kneeling again, head pillowed on Gregori’s thigh, utterly relaxed and loath to move. He should, though. He should clean them both up. Salem just needed a second. Maybe a minute to get his wind back, his brain unscrambled from the ridiculously hot sex, and his coordination rebooted. Right now he had none of that.