“Play the song you wrote,” he demanded softly, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs.
I sat with my back against his chest and brought the guitar into position. With the rhythmic thump and strum technique, I sang the lyrics Woody had penned. He’d been surprisingly quick to say yes, and I appreciated his support.
Kess swayed with me as I played the tune, kissing my neck and bare shoulder as I did. I was turned on but so relaxed. I thought about what Stevie had said, that when I moved into Kess’s place, she would take the cabin over.
When she’d said it, neither of us objected. Kess and I were still early days, but we’d known each other for a while. I imagined what that life could look like, letting it color my words as I combined percussion and strumming in a song about the Texas Hill Country.
I let the last notes ring out, and Kess slid his arm across my chest, kissing the side of my face. “That was beautiful. That wassobeautiful.”
He took the guitar, setting it on the floor, balancing it against the bedside table. He held me, kissing whatever exposed skin he could find, rubbing my chest, then my belly, before taking me in hand.
“Want me to continue what I was doing in the shower?” he asked, the smile audible in his voice.
“Yes, but I don’t like feeling like you’re away from me. Can we reposition a little? See if we can make it more personal?”
“Did you just ask if we could make rimming more personal?”
“Yes. You got a problem with that?”
He grinned. “Not at all. Maybe we can make it like a sixty-nine? I’ll lay back, and you can start us off by sitting on my face.”
I gulped. “Do you really want me to sit on your face?”
“Have you not seen how much I worship your ass? Of course I want you to sit on my face.”
Kess pushed me off to the side a little and stuck a pillow under his head as he lay face up. He looked so eager that it made me laugh. I carefully settled in above him, my knees on either side of his head.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” he moaned, pulling my ass cheeks apart. “Sit on me.”
I did as he asked, then his hands went to my hips, and he adjusted me into position. He started off with his nose on my hole as he sucked my balls. Then he tilted my hips and pushed his tongue inside me. I squealed and tipped forward.
“Too much?”
I shook my head and then got back into position.
“Just really intense. But I’ll get used to it.”
He pulled me down, smiling against my ass before tongue fucking me again. I was a mess, completely unable to process allthe sensations he was giving me. I looked down at his gorgeous cock, a string of pre-cum connecting to his belly.
Then, of course, there were his nipples. Now that I’d seen a few more videos, I recognized that he must’ve worked his nipples over many times for them to be so stretched. I licked my fingers and pinched the fat nubs, pulling up on them. His feet went to the bed and his hips lifted, almost like he was so turned on that he was willing to fuck the air.
I was struggling to focus as his tongue found nerves I didn’t know I had. I’d never realized that you could fuck someone with your tongue like that. I pinched at his nipples again, and his cock jerked. The nails on my strumming hand were slightly longer, so I pressed the sharp edge into the sensitive flesh.
He shouted out against my hole, then whimpered when I did it again.
Pinching hard, I tugged his nipples in opposite directions, then leaned forward to lick the pre-cum off his cock head, using the stretch of my body to pull his nipples.
As much as I loved his tongue in my ass, I needed more. Much, much more.
“I’m going to sit on your cock,” I warned him.
He bit at the sensitive under shelf of my ass, then kissed each cheek. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out the lube, slicking his cock and my hole. I flipped around, then worked myself slowly, slowly down his shaft. I still wasn’t quite used to the size of him, or even the sensation of his cock inside of me, but I couldn’t wait to continue to get better at this.
I gave my hips a little test roll and opened up one eye to find him looking back at me with such intensity that I knew I was doing something right. I leaned forward and softly licked at his reddened nipples, keeping it light because two could play the edging game. His hand went to the back of my head, and I smacked it away.
“Be patient,” I warned him.
He winced again, a little sob escaping his throat.
