บท 414: Wet Spaghetti

Ethan 

Demyan laid sprawled out on my chest as I gently traced his spine with my fingertips. Our legs were tangled together as I covered our bodies with a blanket. The outside cold seeped into the garage but both our bodies were so hot it barely affected us. 

"That was amazing," he softly smiled once his breathing had died down. He pressed a gentle kiss to my chest before he looked up. "You're amazing."

Pride filled my chest as I captured the side of his face with my hand and kissed him until I was not sure which was left or right and up or down. He moved over me, his legs straddling me before he led me into him again. He rode me slowly, deliciously and milked every second. 

Our moans and his low screams had to be kept between us in fear someone might hear what we were up to. We lasted for hours on end until I was sure midnight had long passed. 

"We should probably get back," I yawned as exhaustion had a tight grip onto me.