Demyan
Ethan's head rested on my chest as he soundly slept. I had worn him out, I had taken him over and over again. I made love to him until he could barely keep his eyes open and after a quick nap, I woke him up again then took him again.
He had me weak, I thought I would come apart with just the first thrust but I forced myself to stay grounded. I had been pining over this moment for years, it would have been embarrassing if I came within a few seconds.
I felt spent, something I had not felt in years and my blue balls had hopped on a train to never coming back land.
I kissed his forehead and wrapped my arms around him. He snuggled against me. His hair spread across my chest. I could feel him wake up slowly, the flutter of his eyelashes against my chest before I could feel him smile. "Well good morning," I chuckled.
