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He pushes all the way into me in one motion. It feels so new and yet so familiar. I can feel his heartbeat through his dick. That's something I was never able to feel before. The small thump thump I feel as the blood circulates is causing my hips to push directly into his, hoping for more contact. Finally the tip of his dick hits my prostate and I close my eyes and press my body closer to his with the feel of it. Just as he hits it, though, he backs off and slows down the movement of his hips. Changes his rhythm to slow, shallow thrusts.
I honestly can't believe that he was the one to bring it up. After the one time that I did I never thought about it again, well, not out loud at least. I always thought that if we ever did it would be because of my doing. But he was the one who said I want to fuck you bareback. I want to come inside you, Justin.
He presses his forehead against mine and squeezes his hand even tighter around mine because he knows that my mind has floated away from this moment. He can always tell, and it's just one more thing to love him for. His movements speed up then and he's thrusting so deeply into me that it's hitting my prostate over and over again, causing me to lock my arms around his shoulders and hold on for purchase.
He's moving so fast above me inside me all around me and I'm beginning to buck my hips up against his for more, always more. The sensations are heightened by this new level of closeness and I can't imagine ever using a condom again. Every move he makes is so practiced and familiar but it feels as if he's doing it all for the first time. His cock hits my prostate causing me to moan his name and he does it again and again. I feel the familiar tingle start in my balls but I'm trying to hold on to this feeling as long as I can before I let go. He's getting close, too. I can always tell. When he's about to come he moves his body closer to mine, as close at it can possibly be, and begins to thrust in earnest.
He takes his weight off his forearms and rests his entire body against me, flesh to flesh. His thrusts are becoming increasingly hard, and oh god he's wrapping his hands around my neck and shoulders and thrusting his tongue into my mouth and I know I can't last any longer. I give myself over to the here and now, to him, and let go, fall with reckless abandon into his arms and into him and I know that I'll never want another person as much or as hard or in all the ways that I want him.
My cum hits his stomach and chest and he thrusts once, twice more and comes, warm inside me. His cum sears my ass, marking me as his. His lips find mine. He kisses me softly, gently, his bottom lip between mine. If I didn't already love him, I would now. Neither of us ever has or will share this with another and this fact means that we're now bound not only by life and love, but also by matter. He's inside me now, literally and metaphorically, and I know that this will forever be a part of me - of us. His full weight is resting against me and it's heavy but in a really, really good way. We're stuck together, my cum creating a suction between us. He doesn't roll off of me or pull out, and I don't have to ask him to stay inside me.
He just does.