10

"Ianto"

I woke up to hands on my body.

It was pitch black in the room, my mind sleepily questioning which room I was in, the one in London? New York, some other room entirely . . . The question vanished into the darkness, the answer too insignificant and uninteresting to strain after, rough palms coasting over my nipples and my balls were gathered up and squeezed.

Still half-asleep, I moaned and turned my head to him.

Jack's lips found mine. One frantic kiss after another he pressed to me, the blanket shifting in mysterious ways as I drifted on his lips, the pleasurable pinch of my nipples.

Heat flushed through my body as he rolled atop me.

We were both naked. My arms came around him and a stab radiated through me far below as his knee moved mine apart. His mouth touched down on my neck, kissing and licking while he stroked my dick. Desire moved like honey in my veins, dampening me, making me whimper as that teasing mouth alighted here and there to ignite flames.

Fingers brushed through my secret hair, cupped my balls to move them aside, slid in and out just enough to make me yearn for more, and abandoned me to my empty thrusts of dissatisfaction.

Then those fingers roved elsewhere, clutching my hip, returning to my dick, my nipple trapped in his lips and a demanding, masculine groan puffing along my skin.

I was going to give him this, that groan said, I was going to give him everything, let him do whatever he wanted and what he wanted was what I wanted . . . Time slipped away from me as he plundered my body with kisses and caresses, his head moving lower until he was between my thighs with his tongue dancing . . . My fingers were in his hair, pulling him to me as my cries grew loud and piercing.

He grunted and licked, sucked and withdrew, and I came with my legs straight out and shaking, my nipples so taut that they stung.

He was kissing his path back up my body, his breaths even more frantic now. His cock was stiff against my thigh, and then it was brushing my hole.

He slid into my lubed hungry hole and I gasped at the difference, the smoothness and slipperiness intensified, our bodies fully open to one another and the godswhispered into the night.

Nothing between us.

There was nothing between us, his arms under my shoulders as he cradled me to him, his cock bare within me, his chest warm on mine.

We rocked together on the bed . . . He lifted and gave me his strength, hips battering sensually into my loins, sweat making him slick, churning and groaning and bending to kiss me like I was the only water in a desert, his sexiness and sweetness.

I came again. Perhaps it was from the sleep-dazed part of my mind that I was still in, enabling me to climax from so little. I dug my nails into his back as it shook me like a sail, reaching every part of me in dazzling waves that glittered like diamonds at the crest.

I came as hard from his cock as I'd come from his tongue, maybe harder, my body drinking him down greedily just as he was drinking down mine.

He rode me like never before, his cock sliding home over and over, stretching me to the brim, filling me too tightly to leave any room for the ache.

Intoxicated, I kissed his cheek, his heaving shoulder, whispered Jack in his ear. He moaned in response, feverish with lust, his muscles like steel and the headboard hitting the wall with his forceful pumping.

He didn't come. I was spinning on his thrusts, lost in pleasure, climaxing a third time not in a single, shattering crescendo but caught in a dozen smaller ones that never gave off. There wasn't a moment that one or the other of us was not crying out, the tension building and building within him until I thought it would wring him out, leave him stiff and raging and unfinished until I rolled over and offered myself, let him come to the end.

He didn't ask. He wasn't going to ask me to get to my knees this time. This was how he was going to have me, and by the Gods, this was how it stayed. All I did was cum beneath him, my hands shaking on the back of his neck, his plunging buttocks, my mind in blissful surrender.

My arse tightened, another small wave of orgasm rippling through me, and I squeezed further around his cock in a rapid rhythm as my cum spilled once more with both of our bellies slick now.

An internal wall within him gave way to the inevitable. His next thrusts were deeper, frenzied, like he was compelled to get as much of himself within me as possible. And he did, sinking in to his root, triggering another rolling climax in me.

"I love you," he whispered in a choked voice as I shook and moaned.

Then he plunged in with a roar. His cock swelled harder and I felt his release, so oversensitive from our lovemaking that I sensed each hot spurt of his seed deep inside.

Then he collapsed bonelessly atop me. I kissed his temple as he dragged air into his lungs.

"I love you too Cariad" I just held him. My mind began to drift away, the sweat drying on my forehead while he rested his head upon my chest.

His breathing softened and steadied into sleep. The heat of intercourse was still trapped between our bodies, and the cold pressed in at our sides. One balanced the other, oddly, so I didn't squirm around to stretch for the kicked-off blanket.

He must have been dreaming something sexy before he woke me up.

And for all the times he had sated me, each time I thought it couldn't get better than this, he found a way to make it so.

As he slept he sighed and said my name.

"Ianto my honey bear"

I now knew what he had been dreaming as he lazily thrust against me…still inside me semi-erect and I felt a surge of pleasure as I realised a dream of fucking me had encouraged some witching hour hunger.

I was his and he was mine.

Two bears curled in their nest.

The outside world bled away into the night.