This week, more lovemaking from Marshall and Lee, as the cruise continues. See what they're up to in Moving Forward! Then don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Moving Forward #41 (9.4)
Kissing was more than a preamble—it was something special in itself. They’d spent three long years doing nothing else, when Marshall was too young for lovemaking. So kissing had become the expression of their love, and even now, Marshall savored the feel of Lee’s mouth on his.
As they kissed, they pressed their bodies together, rubbing against one another, bringing each other from a slow simmer just until they reached the boiling point, then starting all over again. Marshall rolled Lee onto his back, straddling him without breaking their kiss.
He continued to rub against Lee suggestively, Lee’s moans vibrating through their joined lips. Seeing Lee like this—spread out beneath him, and obviously turned on by what they were doing—only served to heighten Marshall’s own pleasure.
Coming up for air, he reached for the tube of lube as he caught his breath. He wanted to stretch Lee before he entered him. Lee had never bottomed before Marshall, so he was still new to this and damn tight. Marshall would never take a chance on hurting him. They’d found a tropical scented lube online, which seemed fitting considering where they were. Marshall flicked the cap open and squeezed some on the fingers of his right hand.
He slid back a little, into the space between Lee’s legs. Lee gently stroked Marshall’s cheek.
“You know you’re goddamn sexy?” he said.
Marshall warmed at his words. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you. Spread your legs a little more, willya?” Lee obeyed without question and Marshall inserted one finger cautiously. Damn, Lee was even tighter than he remembered, and he felt like warm velvet around Marshall’s finger as he slid it inside.
“More,” Lee said. “I can take it.”
Marshall added a second finger, scissoring both fingers to relax Lee’s guardian muscle. Lee gave no indication of discomfort, so Marshall pressed farther until he found what he was looking for, touching the small bundle of nerves.
“Goddamn,” Lee moaned. “That’s it. Right there.”
Marshall continued to touch Lee’s prostate, producing more and louder moans, as Lee’s swollen cock began to leak pre-cum. He loved the expression on Lee’s face, the pure enjoyment he displayed, and he loved knowing he was responsible for that look.
Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and poured out more lube, readying his own cock, flush with desire, to enter Lee.
“You want me to move or stay right here?” Lee asked.
“I want you right there,” Marshall said, “so I can look at your face while I make love to you.” He locked his eyes onto Lee’s beautiful blue eyes, dark with lust. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, and Lee gave no argument, doing everything he was told, as Marshall entered him in one smooth thrust. Lee gasped and Marshall stilled.
“No, don’t stop,” Lee insisted. “It’s good.”
Marshall continued, taking it slow, until he was fully sheathed inside of Lee. This was perfection. This was complete and utter bliss. And judging by the look on Lee’s face, he thought so too. He never felt as close to Lee as moments such as this, when they were physically united. Marshall wished this moment could last forever.
He leaned in and kissed Lee softly. “I love you,” he whispered, “so much.”
“Love you too,” Lee responded, “very much.” His breath was warm on Marshall’s lips. He nipped at Marshall’s lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Marshall fisted his hands in Lee’s hands and held him tightly. Lee’s tongue licked the spot where he’d nipped, and then he meshed their mouths together with a growing urgency, fanning the flames of desire once more.
Marshall pulled out then pushed back in again, hard, knowing that was just how Lee liked it. Belatedly, he remembered he’d intended to suck Lee off. He’d gotten too excited at the idea of being inside of Lee to remember. Next time, he vowed. He wrapped his hand around Lee’s cock, and began to pump it. He didn’t hear Lee complaining that he’d forgotten anything.
Lee’s moans became deeper, more urgent, and Marshall knew he was close. He fisted him harder, even as he allowed Lee’s tongue entrance into his mouth, the two tongues tangling slickly. He felt’s Lee’s release, felt his cock spasm inside his fist, as he came long and hard. Marshall continued to thrust inside of him, knowing he couldn’t last much longer. Sure enough, a few more pushes and he fell over the edge, filling Lee until he had nothing left to give.
They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, breathing hard, arms wrapped about one another as they rode their mutual high.
“That… was… incredible,” Marshall said.
“It was,” Lee agreed. “You’re getting pretty damn good at that. You should do that more often.’
Marshall basked in Lee’s praise. He liked the sound of that, liked the way it made him feel as Lee’s partner—his equal.
“Want to take a quick shower and hit the hay?” Lee asked. “Got a big day again tomorrow. Then on to the next island.”
They didn’t move right away, content to hold each other. The shower would be there when they got there.
to be continued
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