“Oh my.” A chuckle escapes me as he folds himself over on the counter, like he’s unable to hold himself up. It’s a low, soft sound, hoarse from my own arousal, and I slide my free hand soothingly up and down his back as I work my fingers in and out of him until I feel he’s ready for me.

“Okay, pesca. Okay,” I say soothingly, slowly pulling my slick fingers out of him and using the remaining lube on my own cock, biting my bottom lip hard as I stroke myself. After wiping my hand on my slacks, I grip him by the hip and position myself behind him, in awe of the way he’s displaying such open need.

The tails of his shirt are a little in the way so I let go of his hip to drag them up, exposing his lower back as I nudge the head of my cock against his hole. I can’t help but to tease him a little, pressing in and withdrawing a few times before sinking all the way into him, bottoming out with a stuttering moan. I told myself over him, pressing kisses to the back of his neck before biting hard at it, like a possessive animal in the middle of a rut. “You feel so good.”