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about him tugged at my senses, and I wanted nothing more than to hold him in my arms forever. I bowed my head and took his cock into my mouth, gently teasing the velvety crown, running my tongue over it and licking up the salty essence that spilled from it.
    He shuddered from the sensations I brought him, his hands caressing my face, his fingers tangling in my curls. I took all of him, down to where his cock sprang from a musky down of blond hair. His breath become a whimper of desire as my throat muscles tightened about the head of his hot hard flesh. A long low moan escaped his lips, and I felt him spasm in my mouth.
    “Not yet, not yet,” he whispered, almost to himself. I raised my head, releasing him and, instead, climbed on top of him and began a long slow exploration of his body with my lips and tongue. He gasped and moaned, moving his body beneath me in slow sensuous movements that had my cock on fire and lust spilling from every pore on my body. I swept him into my arms and, for the moment forgetting my more-than-human strength, lifted him from the bed as though he were a child and crushed him to my body. His murmur of surprise alerted me to my mistake, and with a muttered apology, I lowered him onto his back, covering his neck and chest with soft, soothing kisses.
    “You’re so strong,” he said, with what sounded like admiration. “You must work out every day.”
“Yes,” I lied. “Almost every day.”
He ran his hands up over my arms, across my shoulders then down my back, caressing and stroking each part of me,
“So beautiful,” he murmured, winding his arms around my neck and bringing his lips to mine. “I would like you to fuck me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat. I knew that at that moment there was nothing in the world I wanted more. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around my waist. My erection slid between his thighs, probing at the tight ring of muscle hidden in the cleft of his buttocks.
    “Condom,” he murmured. “You have one?”
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A cold wave of disappointment washed over me. Of course, I didn’t have one. The need had not presented itself in a long time. “I’m sorry… I didn’t think,” I muttered.
He smiled up at me. “Then it’s just as well I did,” he said, reaching for his pants.
I sighed with relief. “Do you always carry one?”
    “No…” He chuckled and kissed me hard on the mouth. “I was just hopeful. And…” His smile grew sly. “I also brought some lube.” He ran his fingers up and down the length of my erection. “From the feel of it, perhaps I should’ve brought more!” I tore open the foil wrapper and eased the condom over my cock. I coated my fingers with the slick substance he handed me then inserted them into his opening. He squirmed a little, bearing down on my fingers, drawing them inside him. Looking down at his sweet face, his expression one of rapture, at his lithe, tightly muscled body writhing beneath me, I was filled with an almost overwhelming desire to completely possess him, to have him forever in my life and never let him go.
As I entered him, he gasped, and his body reared up in protest, a moan of pain escaping his lips. I pulled back, afraid of hurting him, but his hands cupped my buttocks, and he eased me forward, raising his hips to give me greater access.
     
“It’s all right,” he whispered on a breath.
     
I leaned down to take his lips as I thrust forward again. He whimpered into my mouth, but at the same time, he wrapped his arms about me, holding me locked to him. Sweat beaded his forehead as he strained to take me in beyond his tight muscles of resistance.
    “You’re so big,” he panted but did not pull away from me. Gradually, his expression of pain was replaced by a smile, small at first then widening as my cock glided back and forth over his prostate. “Oh yes, Constantine…” Now his hips moved under me to the rhythm I had begun, the pain taken over by