Panting and sweating, Harry collapsed onto Carlisle's chest. "It's not fair," he pouted.
Carlisle was carding his fingers through his mate's sweaty locks. "What's not fair, love?"
Harry sat up, moaning when Carlisle's still hard cock pressed against his prostate. "This," he said, waving his hand between the two of them. "After four rounds of incredible sex, I am dripping in sweat and can hardly breath, and you're laying there with hardly a hair out of place looking as though you had been watching tv, not engaged in vigorous sex."
"Yes, but you look sexy as hell all hot and sweaty." Carlisle thrust up, jabbing his mate's prostate."
"Fuck," Harry moaned, biting at his bottom lip. He could already feel himself getting hard for the fifth time in three hours. "I don't think I have enough energy to ride you again. What kind of teenage vampire am I? Aren't we supposed to have unlimited stamina?"
Chuckling, Carlisle flipped Harry over before he could even blink. "I like that you sweat and pant, I find it a huge turn on." Carlisle started to slowly thrust in and out of his mate while nibbling on his neck.
"S'not..." Harry closed his eyes, losing his train of thought to Carlisle's expert love making.
"You are different, my love," Carlisle whispered in his ear. "I love you just the way you are...sweat and all."
Harry started to meet Carlisle's thrusts, wanting his mate deeper and harder. He may get tired and sweaty, but his body was always ready for another round. "Feels so good," he mumbled into Carlisle's neck. You would think after a month of almost continues sex he would be sore, but all he felt was pleasure at his mate's loving hands.
Carlisle hooked his arm under Harry's leg and pushed it up and over his shoulder, lifting his ass higher in the air. "You're so incredibly tight," he said, speeding up his thrusts.
Harry clawed at Carlisle's back. "Please, harder. I need to come."
Hooking Harry's other leg over his shoulder, Carlisle's sat up and started to pound into him. In the beginning he was afraid of hurting his mate, but now he knew what he could take. Vampire sex could be incredibly rough, but he learned to keep himself in check because Harry wasn't as strong as a normal vampire. Still, the sex was incredible and Harry was open and eager to try everything.
Harry threw his head back screaming as he came. Normally he would feed when coming, but after so many rounds, he was too exhausted and full.
Carlisle rode out Harry's orgasm, loving how his channel spasmed around his throbbing cock. He found it incredible that even after three hours of being buried in his mate's ass, he was still incredibly tight. Dropping his legs, he flipped Harry over, grasped his hips in a bruising grip then started to pound into him so fast that he was almost a blur. It took a minute, but then he was coming hard and fast deep in Harry's bowels.
"Fuck!" Harry screamed as his cock shot out another stream of come. He hadn't been expecting another orgasm so soon after the one he had just had.
Carlisle collapsed next to Harry, finally leaving his body. He would have happily stayed buried in his mate, but unlike him, Harry need to rest. "Are you alright? I wasn't too rough was I?"
Harry barely had the strength to turn his head so he could look at Carlisle. "S'perfect," he slurred. "Though, probably won't be able to walk for a month."
"I'll carry you," Carlisle grinned. "And we leave tomorrow so no sex until we get home. That should give you plenty of time to recover."
"That's what you think," Harry smirked. "I plan on inducting us into the mile high club."
