I play with his cock. Varying the pressure and tempo. Exploring to find his extra sensitive spots. It has been a long time since I mapped the body of a new lover, but thankfully it seems I haven’t forgotten how. I’m going to learn Ned’s body, every inch of it until I know how to drive him wild. He’ll never want anyone else.
I watch as his hips lift and his legs spread. He is a true bottom, just as I assumed. His deepest pleasure comes from his hole. And I’m very happy to oblige.
I abandon his full and leaking cock to settle with my head between his legs. My hands rest on his thighs and gently coax them to open even more for me.
As soon as my tongue laps at his hole, Ned keens and his back arches. Perfection. I’m going to rock his world and make him scream. Pleasure him until he is a quivering, sobbing mess.
My tongue swirls around and around. As wet as I can make it. Then I change direction. Then I give him long, broad licks over his hole.
He softens. Opens. Flutters. It is all the invitation I need. I slide my tongue inside him. Sinking into his tight, soft flesh.
He wails. I can’t see, but I can picture him throwing back his head, fingers clutching and twisting desperately in the sheets.
I delve and plunder as far as I can go. I swirl around his insides. Then I flick and fuck. In and out, in and out.
He is gasping now. Strangled sobs of joy. It’s music to my ears.
I ease a finger in beside my tongue. He needs deeper and wider, and my tongue can only do so much.
He groans and then whimpers.
I stop. I withdraw from his body and look up at him from between his legs.
“Are you okay?”
He nods with his eyes closed, but then he swears.
“Damn it! I’m not scared like Blue! I’m the grumpy, belligerent one.”
I stroke the soft skin of his inner thigh. “You are allowed to have more than one emotion. Even at the same time.And you are allowed to change. You were belligerent in the past. You don’t have to be now.”
Ned huffs. A noise that is part amusement, part disbelief. I slide up the bed until our heads are nearly touching.
He opens his beautiful eyes and smiles softly. “Sweet and wise.”
I grin back at him.
His expression turns intense. “I want you,” he says, and I can hear the frustration in his voice.
“Do you want to top?” I ask.
His eyes grow impossibly wide and his mouth drops open. It is impossible not to grin at his surprise. I’m not at all offended. I don’t know what it says about me that people are often amazed to learn that I’m vers, but it has happened so often that I accepted it long ago.
Ned’s amazement turns into a beautiful blush. “That’s…um. It’s not really my thing,” he stammers awkwardly.
I smile and caress his arm. “That’s fine by me. I am vers, but I do have a preference for topping.”
Relief flows across his face. Bless him. He really didn’t want to disappoint me. As if he ever could.
“You could still go on top,” I suggest. “I could lie back and you could ride me?”
The look on Ned’s face is priceless. I’m going to memorize it and cherish it forever. Surprise. Delight, and a deep, nearly feral lust. My boy likes my idea.
Grinning, I roll onto my back. I gesture towards my straining cock.
“All yours.”
Ned laughs. Then he pounces. And oh lord does that make the hairs on the back of my neck rise, as well as making my cock throb. There was something too fast, too graceful in the way he moved as he straddled me. Something that woke all the primal parts of my brain.
