Coda 02 -A to Z

amazing, why you still have clothes on?”

    I had to laugh. “I have no idea.” It didn’t take us long to remedy that situation.
    He got the lube out of the drawer and pulled me over to him. I was hard already, and I started to stroke him while I kissed him. I felt his hand on me, wet with lube, and then he whispered in my year, “I want you to fuck me, Zach.”
    Just hearing those words could almost have sent me over the edge. I had to push his hand away from my cock to keep from losing it too soon. I wanted more time with him—more time to taste him and feel him and become part of him.
    I pushed him down so that he was sitting on the bed and knelt in front of him. He kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair. His hand rested on my head, and it felt like a blessing.
    I took his other hand, turned it palm up, and kissed the inside of his wrist. I sucked gently on that soft skin. I could actually feel his pulse against my lips, and it was unbelievably arousing. I kissed the palm of his hand, ran my tongue in a small circle, and heard his breath catch. He was always so quiet. It was sometimes hard to know what he liked. I loved when I could actually elicit a response from him—fingers clenching in my hair or a hitch in his breathing.
    I pushed him back on the bed and leaned over him to suck one of his nipples. His fingers went into my hair, and his head went back. I teased each one, until he was tense and panting, arching his hips toward me. I ran my hand down his side, circled as close to his cock as I could without touching it.
    “Zach….” It was so quiet, but I could sense the growing need behind it.
    “Roll over.” He did, and I moved down between his legs. He was so slim and beautiful. His skin was dark all over but even darker in that soft place behind his balls, leading into his crack. I ran my tongue up that dark trail, heard his breath catch again, and he spread his legs farther apart for me. I licked around his rim, over and over, teasing us both. His breathing stopped, stuttered, almost like a sob, and he pushed back toward me. I let my tongue penetrate him and actually heard him make a soft sighing sound that almost undid me altogether. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed deeper with my tongue. He started to reach for his cock, but I stopped him. He tried to grind himself into the bed, but I held his hips. I pushed into him as deep as I could, over and over, until I could feel that he was tense and straining toward the bed, trying to get some release.
    I pulled out, locked my mouth over him and sucked. That little sighing sound came again, and I pushed my tongue deep back into him. He tried again to reach for his cock, and I stopped him but slid my own hand up between his legs. He immediately thrust into my hand, started to tense up, and I knew he was close.
    “Zach, please….”

    I wasn’t going to last long, either. I moved as quickly as I could. I covered his body with my own and slowly pushed into him.
    I felt like I could see heaven. It felt like coming home. I could never be close enough to him or deep enough. I wanted to sink into him forever, to burn myself into him until we became one. One body, one spirit, but two beating hearts. I gripped his cock with my hand, thrust into him again. His hands were gripping the sheets tight. He made that small sighing sound again and arched up to meet me. I felt pressure inside of me, building and expanding, threatening to tear me apart. I heard his breath catch, but he never released it. He always held his breath when he came. I buried my face in his hair, felt his body trembling beneath me, and clenching around me. That pressure inside of me, burning and pulsing, finally exploded. It tore through me and erased me completely. I didn’t even exist, except in that beautiful, holy place where I was joined to him.
    My hand on him was slick with his come, and he was breathing again. Breathing hard, like he’d just run a mile, and his fingers found my free hand and gripped it tight. We stayed that way for a while, until his breathing was back to normal. And then he said quietly, “Everything feels so much better with you, Zach. Is it that way for you too?”
“Yes.”
    “Why?”
    I knew why, but I was hesitant to say it. I ran my hand down his side, felt his ribs against my fingers, kissed the back of his neck, and finally whispered, “Because we love each other.”
    His fingers clenched in mine, but then he sighed and said sleepily,