USELESS?

12

As with every morning since we met, I wake up wrapped in Anthony's arms, lying across his chest, our legs hopelessly tangled together. Morning is officially my new favorite time of day, and I take a few minutes to study my mate as he sleeps.

I press a kiss to Anthony's lips, and watch as his eyes drift open. He reaches up and cups my face, pulling me down for another kiss, this one slow, deep, and passionate. I can never get enough of his kisses, and soon, we're both breathless. I've slowly grown bolder with my mate, exploring his body as he does mine.

We no longer see the need for pajamas in bed, preferring the feel of our bodies pressed together, as we often move from sleep into lovemaking throughout the night and early morning. This morning, I trail kisses along his jaw, down his throat to his mark, where I nibble and suck lightly until he moans. Smirking against his neck, I continue down his chest, paying special attention to the dark nubs of his nipples. He threads his fingers into my hair as l nibble and suck his navel before licking and nibbling down his trail.

He lets me take control this morning, as I take him in my mouth for the first time, and move my lips slowly down his shaft. Loving the taste of him, I take him as deep as possible, and feel his tip hit the back of my throat before I pull back with slight suction. He moans, digging his fingers into my scalp, and I quickly set up a steady rhythm, taking him deep in my throat over and over. I reach a curious hand to squeeze his sack, and his back arches off the bed. I hum in satisfaction.

"Hunter, baby" he gasps. I hum again, enjoying watching him fall apart for me, as I've done for him so many times. I feel his body tense, and his cock begin to swell in my mouth, and I tighten my lips around him tighter, increasing my speed and the suction. He trembles, calling my name again, and shoots his load into my mouth as I swallow greedily. I pull off his shaft, still applying suction, till he comes free of my mouth with a soft pop.

I take him in my hand, pumping him back to full hardness, and reach for the lubricant, in its usual spot under our pillows. Spreading a generous amount on him, I take a little on my fingers, and prep myself before straddling his body and lowering myself onto him. He grasps my hips firmly, helping me move on him, his hips moving in tandem with mine. Suddenly, he tightens his hold on my hips, and we're rolling. Now I'm on my back, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he takes my hands, interlacing our fingers as he pins them to the bed on either side of my head, never breaking our rhythm.

He leans down and catches my lips in a searing, soul-searching kiss as his strokes massage my prostate, and I become a melted, moaning mess beneath him. His thrusts pick up speed, as he releases my hands and takes my legs over his arms, opening me further, and lifting my ass off the bed. My eyes widen at the new, deeper feeling of pleasure that comes with this new position, and I feel my release, that slow curl of fire low in my stomach, begin building, stronger and hotter than ever before. Anthony suddenly pulls out, and I scream in frustration, until he pulls me up on my knees, and turns me so my back is facing him, then pulls our pillows to us, gently pushing me down onto them.

My face presses into the bed, the pillows holding my ass in the air, as he fingers my entrance until I'm in tears, begging him to fill me again. He kisses the back of my neck, and gently slides his tip back into me, before suddenly grabbing my hips again, and SLAMMING into me, making me cry out. He hesitates, worried he's hurt me, but I simply reach back, put my hands over his and beg "Anthony, please. Don't stop."

He obliges me, and his thrusts become punishing, pushing me deeper into the mattress, slowly shifting me up the bed. My hips push back to meet every stroke, and when I see the edge of the mattress under my face, I reach up, grabbing the decorative curls of our metal headboard, and push myself back onto him, using my little bit of leverage to take him even harder, so hard I'm sure my ass will be red from the force of his thrusts.

The curl of flame that was my impending release, is now an inferno, still building, when Anthony suddenly reaches an arm around me, grabbing my member in his hand, and begins pumping me furiously in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. My stomach tightens, and every muscle in my body trembles as I feel him bite down on my mark. I scream his name over and over as I cum, and feel him shoot his load deep inside me. We both collapse, rolling onto our sides off the stack of pillows, his cock still deep within me. We slowly drift down off the high that our joint orgasms always produce, and he chuckles.

I look over my shoulder at him, raising a silver eyebrow in inquiry. He kisses my nose, and says, "It's a good thing every suite in the house is soundproof. We'd have had the whole pack in here, thinking we were murdering each other." I blush, but laugh with him.

Too relaxed and sated to move, we do as we usually do, and drift back to sleep, still intertwined. Our peaceful afterglow is interrupted, however, by a knock on our door. Jeremiah's voice calls out, "Anthony, Hunter, the King and Queen are preparing to leave, and would like you to see them off." It's been a week since my parents arrived, and they've decided that it's time for them to return home.

I sigh, and struggle out of bed, finding it rather difficult to walk. I move slowly and carefully, and get dressed. Surprisingly, Anthony is moving as slowly as I am. I smirk at him, "did I wear you out this morning, my love?"

He nods, and replies "You know you did. That was amazing. What got into you? Whatever it is, I hope it stays there."

I laugh, going to him and wrap my arms around him, and place a chaste kiss on his lips. "Perfect happiness, my love. And as long as you're by my side, it's never going away." I tell him, taking his hand and pulling him from the room.