Once I was sure there wasn’t, I moved my hands downand around his hips, holding them tight, and pulled him against my face. The first lick along his hole had me moaning against his skin, just as he’d let out a surprised yelp.
“Oh, fucking fuck! Baby, oh god.” He was loud. Unabashedly loud as he squirmed against me.
Fuck, he tasted amazing. I could feel his hole constrict and relax against my tongue, enticing me further. I didn’t once move my head, letting his body take the lead.
In only a few seconds, he was panting and whimpering uncontrollably, and one of his hands moved from my head to his cock. I pulled away, peering up at him. “Do you have any lube?”
He stared at me for a second, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. “Uh, yeah, it’s in my drawer.”
“Can I use it to finger you?”
I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, nodding through a deep groan. “Please. Oh, fuck, yes please.”
Getting back on my knees, I looked down at the mess we’d made. Right there on his hips were green handprints—myhandprints. They were in a space of their own amongst the green on the rest of his body and all over the sheets. I smiled to myself before hopping off the bed. “I need to wash my hands. I’ll be right back.”
His response came in a whimper, his cock straining and likely throbbing for attention. “Hurry, please.”
“Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. It’ll be like I wasn’t even gone.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
There was so much happeningin my body, and I wasn’t sure what all of it even meant. Looking down, I could see everywhere that Elio had touched me, a path of dark forest green. I was so fucking hard it hurt. Ached. Ached in a way I’d never really felt before.
It was so different from jacking off by myself, which was a rare thing for me to do already. Was this how sex felt? I’d watched porn before. I mean, of course I had. None of it looked all that interesting, but maybe it was because it wasn’t with Elio. The motions seemed to be the same, though the execution and the person were what made it enjoyable.
A cold chill ran over my body, the air conditioning kicking on at the worst possible moment. My hole was still slick with spit, and so was my cock, only making it feel harsher against my skin.
When I looked farther down the trail of green, I noticed the handprints. On each side of my hips, right where he’d been holding me, were Elio’s handprints painted on my skin.
I groaned, bucking my hips into the air, as if it would grant me the friction I so desperately sought.
Thankfully, the door opened back up, Elio walking in with clean hands. “Told you I’d be quick.” He wasn’t looking at my face. He was looking everywhere else, perusing my body like the main course of a meal.
I fucking loved it. God, did I love it. He walked to the nightstand, opening the drawer. Huffing a laugh, he picked up the lube and the…
My face went bright red. “Oh. I forgot those were in there.”
He held up the packet of condoms. “When did you get these, hm?”
Looking away, I tried to even out my voice so it wouldn’t come out broken and shallow. “Uh, I bought them after we first… You know. Just in case, I guess.”
“I love you so much.” He put the condoms back in the drawer, but took the lube with him.
Watching him climb onto the bed was so surreal, I had half a mind to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Or a hallucination, even though those had been few and far between recently.
I spread my legs further, tilting my head to look up at him fully as he settled between them. He hovered above me, looking straight into my soul as he whispered to me. Whispered as if the world would interrupt us if he were any louder. “Have you ever touched yourself like this?”
A loudsnickechoed through the room. I saw his arms moving, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him to look at what his hands were doing. “No, never.”
“Do you wantmeto touch you like this?” He leaned down, his face coming closer to mine, one of his arms settling beside my head. The other arm stayed behind, fitting right between our bodies.
A tingling started in my gut, trailing up across my entire body. I nodded vigorously, not sure if I could trust my voice.
“Tell me.”
My eyes squeezed shut at the force of his voice. Sparks of electricity shot through me, shooting all the way to my fingertips. When I opened them, he hadn’t moved. I wondered if he’d even blinked. “Yes. Please, Sunshine. Touch me.”
I gasped, jolting a bit when I felt cold lube circling my hole. My muscles tightened instinctively.
