Wrapped in his sheets

MATED

He left feather like kisses on my torso, while climbing up my body. His eyes never leaving mine.

I slightly grabbed his head and pulled him towards me. Our lips met halfway, while our tongues fought for dominance.

I won, again.

Within seconds my hands glided down his back and tore off his boxers. I brought my hand back up, and put my fingers in his mouth to get them wet. He sucked on them like a pro.

After getting them wet enough, I slid my fingers back towards his hole, to lubricate.

I spun us around. I was already dripping, causing some lubrication, as I pushed in. His breath became heavy and ragged.

Tight.

He was extremely tight. I put one hand on his waist while, I put the other near his lips. He gently opened his mouth and began sucking on them.

I groaned loudly, and stopped. I took out the bottle of lube, from under the pillow, which Bree had personally handed me. Long story short. It was an extremely uncomfortable moment.

I tried not to c*m when Arlo took the bottle and spread the lube up and down. I took some in my own hand, and rubbed it around his area.

He clenched his eyes shut, despite the lube and it being my finger. He tried to relax as much as he could while I kissed his collarbones, finally heading up to my mark on his neck.

I slowly sped up. The look of pain on Arlo’s face slowly changed into one of pure pleasure.

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