Communion (On My Knees Duet 3)

He's working my cock, and my fingers are getting sloppy with his as a hot throb simmers in my dick and balls.

"Can't get enough of this," he murmurs, his cock pushed against my side; I feel the slickness at his tip as I cup my hand around his tip.

"Same here. Ever." I run my fingers down his forearm, touching the bone of his wrist before my fingers tangle with his. "I love you, Luke McDowell."

He smiles, looking sleepy-eyed and satisfied and maybe just a little sad.

"Lie down, husband.” I kiss his jaw. “Let me take you away."

I know he loves it when I call him husband, because his eyes flare and his mouth twitches at the corners. Even if he's sad or upset—the word is like magic.

He stretches out on his back, eyes on me as I pump his cock, trace a finger down a vein. I tease his balls then wrap my arms around his thighs so I can pull him closer. He looks relaxed and lust-drunk as I lift his balls and rub my cockhead where he wants it.

"Love you,” I tell him again.

He shuts his eyes. "Love you more."

His eyes open and hold mine, a soft smile on his lips. I push inside—just the tip of my dick—and he shuts his eyes again and groans as he tightens and then relaxes for me.

“’S okay,” I murmur. He relaxes on a deep breath, and with one thrust, I pump him full. He loves that part. He doesn't have to say it because his body trembles every time I fill him.

This morning, he makes a sound that's part grunt, part groan. His jaw slackens so his lips part, and his chiseled abs contract and expand with his deep breaths.

I had this plan to make him wait, to draw it out and make him squirm before I kissed his prostate with my cock. But he's already groaning. He looks rapt, and almost pained with taking me in.

I push deeper, and he arches up off the bed. "Oh God."

Shove in…draw out...and hard thrust in, and he's already spilling precum.

"Vance." He's sort of panting, and his lips are quivering. I can't help leaning over him, closing my hand around his cock as I capture his mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue in a few times just to mimic what my dick is doing. I love how he groans into my mouth. He's panting so hard with my cock spreading him open, my fingertips walking down his shaft. When I stroke a hand into his hair, it's damp already.

"Love you," I whisper before I lean back, running my hand down his chest and tracing his abs, then grabbing his hard thigh and pushing back in quick and heavy. He comes off the bed just like I knew he would.

"Shit, Rayne." He moans. “Grab me again.”

I crack my eyes open, panting as I tighten my glutes and find the right angle to rub against his p-spot. "Oh, you want me getting you off quick?" I puff out a laugh, and he grits his teeth.

"It is standing at attention, though,” I murmur. “Just begging for a hand..."

He closes his fist around the base.

"No way." I grin wickedly and watch his face come undone as I graze against his prostate again.

"God!” he shouts.

I wrap my hand below his, stroking hard now because I'm about to lose it, and I want to take Sky with me.

Just one stroke of my fist over his slick, swollen cockhead has him spasming around my cock. We come in perfect tandem. It’s fucking heaven filling him up, feeling his cum seep through my fingers and drip down on his happy trail.

I stay in him, giving him a self-pleased smile that he can't see because he's collapsed like a large, well-worked-out noodle with a boner. When he opens his eyes, he looks tired and happy, maybe slightly abashed.

"Thank you," he says, his voice a rumble.

I take his hand and lace my fingers through his. "We aim to please."

"You and him?" he asks, groaning softly as he looks down at my cock, still in him.

"Yeah. I need to pull out but it feels so good here." I shut my eyes. He leans up, kissing my hand, and the friction of him tensing around my cock when he moves makes me shudder.

"Fuck. So good." I pull out slowly, tilting my head as I look down at him.

"You want a shower? Or you wanna lay here for a second?" I lie down beside him even as I ask, wrapping my arms around him. He turns on his side so his head is bowed against my chest.

I stroke the back of his head. "My Sky." I wrap myself around him, hugging him hard. He nods, and I run my hand over the muscles of his beautiful back. "My husband is fucking perfect. Kind and smart and sexy, with an ass like fuuuck."