Invisible string (lestappen)

Chapter 32 : Max

**Warning : explicit sex scene (don't read if you're not comfortable with it)**

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After preparing him for me, I start kissing him again while running my hands everywhere.

Fuck, this is it.

I'm finally going to know what it feels like to be inside him.

His legs spread slightly to give me a better access.

I only put the tip at first, too afraid to hurt him. His lips part to let a whimper escape.

'Are you okay ?'

He nods vividly.

'Yes. Don't worry about me, I can take it'

His words give me the confidence to go deeper. And when I finally get fully in, I swear I have to refrain myself from coming right away. Fucking hell.

It's so different but not in a bad way. Quite the opposite actually. It feels...unbelievably good.

'Oh putin', he lets out.

I thank the few lessons I've had of french in this moment. Did he even realise he switched languages ? I look down on him. He's such a mess I doubt he noticed. But I don't mind, hearing him lose it completely is a turn-on. Everything about him is.

I kiss him slowly while moving inside of him. His legs tighten around my waist while his hands land on my back to guide my body. The pressure he applies making me go deeper and faster. Our moans getting louder in a mess of words.

'You feel so fucking good'

He doesn't reply but, judging by the sounds he's making, I'd say he's enjoying it just as much as I am.

Our chests rubs against each other, our hands intertwin, our mouths explore one another. It's amazing.

Absolutely fucking incredible.

'Max, fuck I'm-'

'Me too'

I accelerate the pace while kissing his neck. The feeling of excitement growing exponentially every second. I'm so close. I won't hold on much longer.

His hands grip my back the way someone drowing would hold on to a life jacket. He starts swearing to himself until I feel his body tightening around my dick.

He yells my name in a plead. The scene being so sexy, I'd dare anyone not to lose it at the sight because I do.

I lose it completely.

His name escapes my lips in an embarrassingly loud noise. Every single one of my muscles contracting as  spasms rushing through me. The sensation sending me to a place I've never been before. And fuck, do I wish I did.

I roll on his side and place my head on his chest. He stares running his hand through my hair absently.

We stay like this for a while, catching our breaths and letting the adrenaline wear off.

He eventually breaks the peaceful silence.

'You're sure that was your first time with a guy ?Cause that was a bit too good'

I chuckle.

'Promise. You're the only guy I'd want to do that with anyway'

I feel his gaze on me as I form imaginary lines on his belly with my finger to distract myself from what I've just admit. The truth being, I not only wouldn't want to it with another guy but with anyone at all. He's the only one I want. I've known it for a while now, and the moment we've just shared just confirmed it even more.