Computer love

AN: This is my 1st fic.(under this name, anyway)It’s kind of a mix of fact and wishful thinking, but u know how that goes.(sorry, marik, I had to do it) Enjoy!

He kissed me tenderly. I had my eyes closed so I couldn’t see his face, but I knew what was there.

It had started out innocently enough., so how did we end up here? In my bedroom, in my bed?

I want him so badly that I can barely breath.

He pulls back for a moment to gaze into my face lovingly. He wants me too, I think.

“Do you want me to?” he asks quietly, his voice heavy with lust.

I’ve never been asked that before. I’ve had many boyfriends in my lifetime, but none had been as gentle as he. To them, sex was an expectation, not a choice.

“Yes,” I reply, surprised to find my voice, too, is heavy, “Yes, I do.”

And I do. I do want him to have me. I need it. I need him.

He begins to take off my pants and the familiar fear sets in. I’m so scared I don’t know what to do.

He climbs back on top of me and I tremble. Oh, God, what am I doing? I don’t even know him.

What if my boyfriend comes home and catches us? All kinds of thoughts are running through my head as he runs his hands over my chest.

Somehow, he senses my fright and he leans down to claim my lips again. This time, I reciprocate. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull our bodies closer together.

I can feel his cock. It’s hard against my stomach and dripping with precum. God, I want it inside of me.

He moves away from my mouth and suckles each of my nipples in turn. I moan. That’s my spot!

I bend my knees and spread them wider. No more games. I want the real thing.

He understands. He stops sucking my nipples and positions himself between my thighs. He lifts me up a little for better access and then pushes his cock into me.

It hurts a little, but I can deal. He doesn’t touch my spot on the first try, but I don’t mind.

I wrap my arms around his neck again as he begins to thrust.

I cry out as he finally hits my prostate. Waves of pleasure wash over me and I can’t contain myself. He really knows what he’s doing!

Unlike my boyfriend, he doesn’t just work for his own pleasure.

I kiss him fiercely as he nearly lifts me off the bed.

“Marik!” I scream.

It’s the only name I know him by. Marik_Ishtar. And to him, I am queenboy.

He looks so beautiful, I see, as I look up into his face.

He’s moaning with me and grunting in his exertion as he pounds me into oblivion.

And finally……

I come first. I spray him with my love and he fills me with his.

He collapses on top of me and we lay panting. Eventually, he rolls off of lies and me beside me, stroking my hair.

“You’re beautiful, queenboy,” he tells me in a whisper.

“So are you,” I say, turning on my side to face him.

He puts a leg over my thigh as I kiss him. He is the first to stop.

“You know I have to go,” he tells me somberly.

And I know it’s true. He must go. My boyfriend will be home in a moment and it wouldn’t be good for him to see me like this.

I nod, kissing him briefly one last time.

He sits up and wipes my come off his chest and stomach. When he’s finished, he dresses and leaves without another word.

I watch him go and I feel sadness. But no regret. Unlike the other times, I have no regrets.

It had started so innocently, chat online, but had become something much more.

“He’ll be back,” I tell myself.

I stare up at the ceiling and wait for my boyfriend to come home.

Waiting for love, waiting for destiny. And perhaps most of all, waiting to tell my boyfriend that Marik_ishtar has taken his place.