Elliott’s cock is pulsing purple in his hand. Seeing how much he wants me, how much I affect him, is a massive fucking turn on. My hand massages quicker between my legs. He speeds up to match my rhythm.

“Follow me.” I disappear off toward our living room, snatching away the spell and leaving him wanton in the kitchen until he follows.

I’ve prepared.

“Sit there.” I point to our couch.

He sits. My cock responds as he takes hold of himself again, continuing the action with his hand.

I delve into the drawer and remove what I’m looking for. “Put this on.” I place the blindfold over his eyes.

He gasps, his vision restricted, senses enhanced as his dick strains inside his palm.

I lube up and stand in front of him moving my hand backwards and forwards, the squelch being the only audible sound. I sink to my knees and take him in my mouth, his now free hand, searches in the dark until it rests on my shoulder. His gentle touch burns into my skin as I sink him down my throat. His steely length fills me and I gag, hungry to swallow as much of him as I can.

“Kyle, this is so fucking hot.” Elliott breathes as he pushes so far down my neck my eyes water.

I want every piece of him. I’m not letting this man go. We can sort through our differences, but we are staying together. The thought of losing him makes my fire of wanting burn even brighter. I pull his foreskin back and suck his salty head, rolling my tongue around it quickly before slamming my hand over it and lubing him.

My heart palpitates in excitement as I rub my palm fast until his straining dick tenses and his balls shrink. Just as his head pushes forward, ready to release, I stop, keep my fist still and wait. I wait until his panting slows until his cock stops throbbing and then I start again.

“Fucking hell, Kyle. Just put me out of my misery already would you?”

A chuckle gurgles loose as my hand speeds again, but this time, I run my fingers under the sensitive underside, teasing his anus. Just as I get there and he scoops his hips up for me to delve inside, I stop again. A carnal torture.

His mouth splits into a smile, he knows my game, he chews on his bottom lip, sucking it. I can’t resist, I lean up, suck that lip into my mouth, trap it between gentle teeth.

My fingers work between his legs again, circling just before his rosebud. This time, the heat is immediate, and he spreads his legs wide, pushing forward.

He gasps, I bite his lip as I force one finger inside him.

He groans, I circle then flex my digit.

He growls, and I release his lip and push in a second finger.

“Take me,” he exhales.

Still, I don’t speak, just continue to send shock waves throughout his system, getting royally fucking hard on his pleasure.

Pulling his ankles up, I rest them on my shoulders and I enter him with a grunt. My hands straddle his head on the back of the sofa and I pull myself forward, forcing all the way until I’m deep inside him. As I move his legs rock backwards as his butt lifts. I circle inside him, grinding my hips, owning him.

I press my forehead onto his, “I love you Elliott Judd, don’t you ever forget that. Us staying as a couple is the most important thing in the world. It's you and me.” My last word escapes as a rasp as the urge takes me and I plough back and forth into him. The tsunami builds as an electric shock, kicks me forward, Elliott’s hands are balled in fists as he tries to hold on. I press my torso onto his, so his cock is trapped between two hard walls of muscle as I thrust into his butt.

“Come for me baby.” I shout the words, hoarse with pent up passion.

He relaxes and lets go with a harsh cry. It’s the hugest fucking kick to do that to him and within seconds I’ve released inside him. Whatever happens with kids, with shady business deals, and X-rated video tapes, I will stay with Elliott.