Page 93 of The Quirky Vet

I skim my fingers down the side of his face. "How does it feel, bubba?"

"Amazing." His eyes start to glisten. "More incredible than I ever imagined."

"Same here."

We stay still for a while, letting the hugeness of this moment wrap itself around us. But eventually, urges take over, and without really being conscious of it, my hips start moving, and I'm sliding in and out of his tight channel.

Muir's body meets mine, thrust for thrust, and after a while, he spins around, and I fuck him doggy style for a while.

"I've got an idea," he says, and he lowers himself so that he's lying with his stomach pressed flat against the bed. I straighten my legs out, which brings more of my body weight down onto him.

"You okay with this?" I check.

"So fucking okay with this."

He fists the sheets as I pound into him. The change in angle is sublime, and I feel like I'm reaching even deeper into him.

Muir ends up having a few more ideas, and we fuck with him on all fours and me standing beside the bed, with Muir bent over a chair, both of us standing in front of his full-length mirror, and then back on the bed, his right leg bent at a forty-five-degree angle.

"I know I say this every time we switch positions," I pant into his ear. "But I think this one is my favourite."

He chuckles despite me really pounding into him now. "You. Don't. Have. To. Pick. A. Favourite."

We stop talking, and his bedroom fills with sounds of skin slapping against skin.

"I'm getting close," I grunt.

"Same."

I reach under his bent leg and grab his cock, finding a stroking rhythm that matches my rocking.

"That's so fucking good," he moans.

"Oh shit. I'm coming," I yell as stars fill my vision, my body succumbing to wave after wave of pleasure.

I manage to keep stroking Muir. A few moments later, his channel clamps down on my dick and starts pulsing. His face contorts, and he lets out an almighty roar as my hand grows sticky with his release. I slow down and ease my grip, squeezing the last drops of cum out of him before bringing my hand to my mouth and having a taste of his sweet nectar.

His hole relaxes, and I carefully slide out of him, quickly peeling the condom off and resting it on the edge of the bed. That can wait.

Muir can't.

I wrap my arms around him, and he leans into the touch, securing his hands over my forearms and pressing his back against my chest.

"That was amazing," he whispers.

I squeeze him tighter. "It was."

"We saidI love you."

"We did. I've been waiting a while."

He turns and looks over his shoulder. "You have?"

I nod. "Was waiting for the right time. With everything that's happened…"

Muir lets out a long breath. "He'd be happy."

"He would be. I'm sure he's looking down on us, and— Ow." I cop an elbow to the stomach.