We stared at one another.
“Would you maybe want to get dinner with me?” he asked.
“I would.”
More staring.
“I’ll need a shower first,” I said.
“Me too.”
We stayed like that for a moment more, and then I stood and, without a word, we walked back to my house.
Neither of us said a thing as I let us in. We took off our shoes in silence and then he followed me up the stairs to my room where he paused to close the curtains before joining me in the bathroom.
I reached down to pull off my shirt but he shook his head and stepped toward me, placing his hands on either side of my face as he looked down at me and kissed me tenderly.
He moved closer, his body against mine, his lips parting my lips, his tongue filling my mouth, and I could feel his need, the length of his dick hard and solid against my stomach.
I moaned softly and he backed me into the countertop, lifting me so that I was sitting on it, and pressing himself into me as my legs wrapped around his waist and he rolled his hips slowly, exquisitely, pressing against my clit as I sunk my nails into his back.
He moved back to remove my shirt, then his own, and then stared down at the white sports bra I was wearing that had become sheer with my sweat.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
This time I shook my head, pressing my fingertip to his lips. I pulled the sports bra off and watched his eyes devour me.
He stepped away again, this time to turn on the shower, and then returned to help me off the counter, remove the rest of my clothes, and then his own.
Silently, we stepped into the shower and this time when he kissed me, he didn’t hold back.
We explored one another within those glass walls like I’d never explored before, my mouth sliding down his body, his fingers finding all my hidden places. We barely remembered to get clean before he wrapped me in a towel and carried me to my room where he sat me on the edge of the bed and stared down at me, his own body naked and wet and glistening like a fucking god before me.
There was only a moment of hesitation when he realized we’d need a condom. But I directed him to my bedside table and we were off and running again.
Desire and need coursed through me as he stood over me. I hadn’t wanted anyone like this in a long time. In fact, I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Graham in this moment. There was something primal about the way I craved him. And it wasn’t just that I wanted him. I wanted to be had by him.
Despite my job, I had never felt particularly comfortable in my body, shying away from being looked at by the men I’d been with. But with Graham I wanted him to look. To want. To need.
Unable to take it anymore, I unwrapped the towel and slid to the floor in front of him.
He was beautiful. Smooth and hard and ready.
“Lior,” he said and then gasped as I took him in my mouth, his hips rocking slowly as he slid against my lips.
He pulled out suddenly and lifted me back onto the edge of the bed. I started to scoot backwards but he grasped my thighs, holding me in place, his eyes meeting mine as he knelt, and spread my legs, pinning them open as he began to lick me slowly from one end to the other.
And I watched. Something I’d never done before, my mouth open as my breath came fast, my body beginning to convulse as he lapped and sucked and licked.
Holy mother of pleasure.
A-fucking-men.
It was too much. Too many sensations. I tried to scoot away but he held me tight, sliding his fingers in me as he continued to lick, and my back arched and I shouted out, breaking the silence.
I collapsed to the duvet but he wasn’t done with me. He climbed onto the bed and laid beside me, his fingertips grazing slowly across my collarbones to my neck, making my body light up from some sort of center source I couldn’t tamp down now if I wanted to.
He was a magnet and I was moving toward him, unable to stop myself, my need to touch and be touched by him too strong. The warmth of his hands on me emanating throughout my body, goosebumps rising as if they too were desperate to get closer.
