Chapter 47

Then he began to push himself back, impaling himself on my cock and driving it deeper and deeper inside him, until I was buried to the hilt, and my head was swimming with the ecstasy of the sensation. He gave a groan, the sort that is somehow specific to bottoms, an expression of fulfillment through being possessed. It involved some noise through the nose, something of a snort, but verysexual, an animal in heat.

“You want this?” I murmured. I think a little part of me was surprised that he actually was a bottom. He said nothing but pushed back harder.

“Oh, yes,” I murmured, and thrust even deeper.

We fucked, lazily, slowly, and deliciously. The sense of completion I felt when I was buried to the hilt, the sense of being connected, was profound. I had seldom felt this sort of thing before—and never this intensely.