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Chris didn’t wait to be told a second time. He turned on his back and crooked a finger at Shane, who quickly covered Chris’ body and took his lips in a spine-tingling kiss. Then Shane sat up, knees on either sides of Chris’ hips. He watched Chris’ face, wishing he could take a picture of his sexy husband that very moment. With his face flushed, eyes shut and lower lip stuck between his teeth, Chris looked sexy as fuck. Shane reached down to take hold of Chris’ slick pulsing cock, brought it to his entrance, and slowly lowered himself onto it.
“Christ!” Chris gasped as his eyes shot open. The shock of the unexpected heat and tightness surrounding him was mind-blowing. He watched as Shane sank down, completely taking him deep inside. Chris could see the discomfort in Shane’s eyes and tensed up. “Shane…” He whispered.
“I’m okay.” Shane rasped as he started grinding on Chris. Though he’d been on the verge of a powerful explosion whilst inside Chris earlier, he wanted to come with Chris deep inside him. Since Shane was on top controlling their movement, he knew the perfect angle to get that sweet gland inside him, nailed. And he did just that. “Ahh…” Shane threw his head back as pleasure slammed into him. He held that position and slowly gyrated his hips. He knew he wasn’t going to last. The head of Chris’ cock was pressed so tightly against his prostate, Shane saw stars. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna…”
Chris took hold of Shane’s hips and thrust deep and held. Then he watched as Shane erupted, shooting above his own head. His mouth was opened as though he was screaming but no sound came. His stomach clenched as his orgasm rolled through him, the sweet feeling washed over him with such force, Shane thought he might die from an overdose of pleasure. Chris stared at his gorgeous husband and felt his heart swell with so much love. When Shane collapsed onto him, still shaking with aftershocks of that intense orgasm, Chris wrapped his arms around him and gently kissed his forehead.
“Mine,” Chris whispered. It was the softest of claims but Shane heard him just fine.
“Yours.” Shane breathed in return. “And I’m still hard,” Shane added, shocking Chris into laughter.
“And we can’t leave you like that, can we?” Chris chuckled as he rolled them over, making sure that he remained deep inside Shane. Then placing one of Shane’s legs over his shoulder, Chris started to pound into him, relentlessly.
“Oh fuck,” Shane groaned and grunted as Chris fucked him with deep, long, and erratic thrusts. Chris fucked him as though he were possessed. Shane loved it. “So good.” He almost sobbed as Chris gyrated in a particular angle, finding and ruthlessly battering his prostate, faster and harder, over and over.
Chris’ mouth was everywhere he could reach, nipping, licking, kissing, and simply driving Shane out of his mind. When he wrapped a hand around Shane’s cock and pulled, Shane almost passed out. His body was on fire. Chris filled him, searing him from the inside, claiming him with every thrust, every pull, and every kiss. Shane knew he was losing it. When he felt the tingle along his spine, he knew what it was and reached for it.
“Chris…” Shane whimpered shakily as his hips slammed up to meet Chris’, his orgasm building like a volcano. He felt his cock swell, knew he was going to shoot his load… “Chris…”
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” Chris whispered as he closed the gap between them and took Shane’s mouth in a kiss so soft and sweet, Shane’s eyes welled up despite himself.
Shane shot between them just as spams wracked Chris’ body and he flooded Shane with his essence. Words were not important as both men writhed against each other, mindless with pleasure. The intensity of emotions sweeping through them was overwhelming. Chris pulled out of Shane and gently lowered his leg back onto the bed. Then he moved to lie beside Shane, curling around him as they both tried to catch their breath. Though both men were spent, they couldn’t stop giving each other soft kisses.
“Hey,” Chris said softly after a while. “You okay?”
Shane smiled at him and tangled his fingers in Chris’ hair. “Never better. I love you, husband.”
Chris closed his eyes and stroked Shane’s chest. “Damn, I love the sound of that.” He whispered. “I love you more, husband.”
Shane laughed softly. “We have to change the sheets and hit the showers.” He murmured. “I remember seeing fresh sheets in the closet.”
“Go get in the shower,” Chris said. “I’ll change the sheets and join you.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” Shane whispered, leaning in to capture Chris’ swollen lower lip. As he sucked on that juicy flesh, Chris moaned and slowly humped his thigh. “You’re an insatiable slut, Chris.” Shane let go of Chris’ lip to murmur when he felt Chris begin to harden against him.
“You’re a fine one to talk, Mr. Lewis.” Chris chuckled, grabbing Shane’s erection.
“Fuck.” Shane gasped as he rolled out of bed. “I guess we have a lot of catching up to do.” He chuckled, heading towards the closet. “Our bodies obviously feel starved.” He said as he walked back to the bed with a new sheet.
“And whose fault is that?” Chris growled.
“That was good therapy, darling.” Shane turned his head to accept Chris’ lips. “Ask any therapist.” He breathed when they broke off the kiss. “Remove the sheet.” He said and waited till the sheets were off, and then spread the fresh one on the bed.
“Speaking of therapy…” Chris started.
“What about it?” Shane asked, busily straightening the sheet on the bed.
“Are we going to keep…”
“We did pay a shitload of cash, Chris,” Shane said dryly. “We’re going till Murray says otherwise. Besides, I like the man.”
“Ow come on, I’m your newly wedded husband.” Chris protested with mock outrage. “You can’t tell me you like another man. I’m sure there’s a law against that or something. It’s not even been twenty-four h…”
Shane stopped Chris’ tirade with his lips, kissing him till he melted against him. “Now let’s hit the fucking showers and come continue compensating our bodies.” Shane husked, turning towards the bathroom.
And that was exactly what they did. The couple spent hour after hour, fucking, kissing, sucking, and fucking some more. They would order room service, eat, call Adele, sleep for an hour or two, and then get back to fucking. They couldn’t get enough of each other.