“Once I get inside of you…” Taylor lifted his head to look at him with dark eyes. “You’re going to feel me. All of me. But you’re going to be stretched.” Taylor rotated his wrist, pushing harder against Bobby’s walls. “And I’m going to be careful.” He kissed Bobby again, his tongue caressing Bobby’s mouth. He didn’t break the kiss until Bobby’s breath was gone. “Ready?”
Bobby trailed his hand down the flat plane of Taylor’s stomach, molding over the bulge in his jeans and squeezing. “God, yes.”
Despite Bobby’s declaration, he didn’t want Taylor to move away from him. He felt empty, and he shivered, goose bumps covering his skin. He wasn’t sure if he was cold, or if it was just the anticipation. His c**k was covered in pre-come, and his ass clenched as Taylor finally stripped his jeans aw
