Every Breath You Take

Together Again (Arthit)

"Ahh, Kongpob." I breathe out as he thrusts into me.

This is our second time tonight. As soon as we walked into his apartment he was all over me and I was too weak to fight him off. His lips and his taste, I had missed them so much that I completely gave myself over to him. I longed to feel him again.

I don't know if he has an exceptional memory of if he's been quite active since our breakup but every touch, every kiss, every stroke has been incredibly blissful. He prepared me well and when he finally pushed into me all I could do was cry. He panicked thinking he had hurt me so I had to comfort him and let him know it was my emotions making me cry. That in itself was incredibly embarrassing.

He's rubbing soundly against my prostate with each of his movements and I'm finding it hard to focus. I grip the sheets beneath me and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Look at me Pii. It's been so long. I want to look into your eyes while we make love." He says seductively.

I struggle to force them open but when I manage to I'm greeted by the most beautiful sight. He's biting his lip as he stares intently at me. His arms are braced on either side of me as his body rocks above in time with his thrusting. I want to kiss him so badly so I reach for him. He lowers his face and our lips meet. Our tongues mingle together lavishly.

I'm finally able to release my grip on the sheets but only because something else needs this hand more. I find my dick and start stroking it. I'm tugging at it frantically because I'm so close. I let out a low moan as thick cream begins to coat my hand. Damn, I don't remember him being this good.

A few powerful thrusts later and he's emptying into me. He didn't even try to put on a condom. I can only assume that this is his way of showing his trust in me as well as telling me that I should trust him.

I lay there panting with him still on top of me. He leans down and kisses me tenderly. I drape my arms around his neck while his hands cradle my head. We're still connected and I'm not in a hurry to change that.

All too soon he pulls away and pulls out of me. I can feel his essence flow from me. Soon he's back with a warm wash cloth and he's wiping me. I smile at him while he takes care of me. He lifts me from the bed and takes care of the sheets then places me back onto it. He crawls into bed and spoons with me.

"I missed this." He whispers.

"Sex?" I ask looking back at him.

"Making love to you." He corrects.

"Kongpob. Have you...um...have you..?"

"No. There hasn't been anyone else." He answers.

"Me neither." I answer feeling relieved.

He pulls me closer to him and buries his nose in my neck.

"Did you actually stop drinking pink milk?" He asks.

"Heavens no. I just don't want to get teased about it at work." I chuckle.

"Good because I have some in the fridge." He replies.

I sit up quickly and look down at him with wide eyes silently asking why it wasn't already in my hands.

"OK, OK. I'll go get some now." He says laughing.

He comes back with a bottle of pink milk. It's not the same but it's not enough to dissuade me from drinking it. It's the same difference as bottles, cans, and fountain drinks for soda.

I happily drink the pink milk he's provided scooting my body as close to him as possible. I'm not generally a cuddly person but I've missed him and want to feel him as much as possible.