Oh God! Jack! Yeah!
An excerpt from "My Life" by Ennis Del Mar as told to Soulan and annotated by Jack Twist.
I pulled back to stare into his eyes. How are you here? I asked. You spoke to me, that's how, was his answer. Whenever you touched my shirt, I felt you. But I had to wait for you to say what I wanted to hear. He leaned forward and kissed me, and a sound came from my throat that I'd never expected to hear again as his warm tongue wrapped around mine and a charge shot to my groin. After a minute or an hour he broke the kiss and whispered, Get up. He helped me to stand and pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, then knelt and slid my jeans to my ankles. I threaded my fingers through his hair - no gray in it but cut badly, the way it had been that summer. I was harder than I'd ever been since he'd gone, weeping for him. He licked away the pale tears, and when I felt that warm swirling softness again my legs gave way. I tried to bring him with me as I collapsed onto the bed and nearly shouted in frustration when I clutched at air. He stood between my legs and removed his clothes as if they were silk veils; the buttons unsnapping silently, the zipper gliding smoothly. They dropped to the floor without a sound. Then I could swear he just flicked off my boots and jeans. In one swift movement he knelt on the edge of the bed, lifted my legs onto his shoulders and pushed into me before I could say a word; not like before, when he always had to sweet talk me into letting him in. I groaned and shouted his name, so good to yell it out loud, instead of whispering. There was no pain at all and I looked at him, wondering. He winked and said Feels like Heaven. Then he pumped into me hard and fast and maybe this is blasphemous but it felt like being fucked by God.1 There was no hurt to what he did to me, only the most ecstatic pleasure I've ever felt in my life. When he let go of my left thigh and took me in hand, his palm felt like a velvet glove but still Jack, sliding so smooth and fast I came like a fury and then he did too, throwing himself down onto me so hard it should have knocked the air out of my lungs. But it wasn't like that at all. His was exactly the weight I could bear, the way I remembered him, until I wrapped my arms around his back and tried to squeeze him, to no avail. Jack kissed my neck and face, over and over, and I couldn't pull him closer or push him away. He held the reins now.
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1 Wooo hooo!! Never knew he thought it was THAT good! Think he takes it for granted now. Better remind him a that time in the hale storm.