For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

XXVI- LONGING UNTIL SUN UP

Z,

Edging was a wonderful thing and I loved it.

It's so primal and yet so beautiful.

It doesn't matter the time of day, if it is consensual between two adults, it's fucking bomb.

I hear hetero sex is good. I can see the perks, but nothing can beat a good hit on that perfect spot. That slow push, breaking entrance in such a tiny hole. Feeling the ripples go through one's body as you push forward. Finally entering and just staying there for a moment, concentrating hard enough not to fucking explode right there.

I don't usually compare situations because there is no point in comparing, but it was good when Liam and I slept together. There was pleasure there. It was enjoyable. Liam had a nice size to him, knew how to push me around, and loved to be told what to do and when to shut up.

But with Harry it was overpowering. Dominant. There was pulling, tugging, and pushing. Biting and licking. Slapping and twisting. It was unbelievable.

Our breaths matched and we said a lot without saying a word. Reading each other's language seeing where we had gotten the best reaction and just pouring down into it. We had come a long way from our teenage exploratory phase and young adult simplicity.

I couldn't tell where I began and where Harry finished. I had the power, and then he did. We were greasy and slippery from our sweat, pushing out our frustration and resentment and I loved it.

I loved to hear Harry speak. Such dirty words coming out of a beautiful mouth like that. I loved to see him taken by pleasure; he didn't make any sense and was nearly blind by the feeling. I hit his spot time and time again, feeling his limp body against me. The hairs glued to be back of his neck and sweat formed on his forehead. Panting hard and pairing with an occasional moan answering my movements.

We were laying on our sides; me moving in and out with intention and dedication. I held on to one of his legs, keeping parted and open, while he touched himself. His eyes were closed, his face blushed and his neck sported red marks all over made by me. I whispered things too nasty and too foul to be said out loud; he responded with the sweetest sound ever made. His stroke was strong and rhythmic; I couldn't stop staring at how perfect his cock was. I was holding on to the last piece of sanity I had within me not to spoil the fun too soon.

We hadn't left since I had arrived. We made love. Dozed off. Loved once more. Rested and now we were at it again. It was impossible not to be.

The first champagne bottle was gone; so we added another one that too was gone, having rolled down under the bed. Our clothes were scattered around the room, the sheets left and right, and pillows on the floor. The room was warm and stuffy; I was sure, anyone walking down the hall could hear us.

I sensed Harry was on the verge of orgasm, as his rhythm increased on his cock. So, I stopped my movement; My lover cursed at me. He hated it but loved it at the same time.

We switched, with me on top and I parted his legs as much as possible. He was so open and willing to me, that it was impossible not to want to destroy him. Sliding in was easy, as I was leaking all over and Harry was too. I moved inside of him with ease and his moans were music to my ears. I got the right position, ramming him with such force that the entire bed was slamming against the wall.

"Oh fuck..." I mumbled, looking down at my cock. "Fuck. Fuck. Baby...look at this...look at you..."

I went in and out making sounds almost pornographic. I moved up, grabbing Harry's neck and squeezing slightly.

He gasped for air, scratching at my arms. Harry was speaking tongues, making no sense. All I heard was my name and begging for more. Harder. Deeper.

His moaning reached new levels. I knew Harry was there. Right on the edge of insanity, but he kept holding on. His veins were popping out of the skin and his teeth were gritted.