I was right. Quinn was beautiful as he came and in every moment leading up to his climax. I hold him in my arms for a short while, stroking his forehead and simply drinking in his beauty. Then I rouse myself and lift him to the bed. I clean his cock and wipe the sweat from his face, neck, and shoulders. Then I turn off the fan, close the curtains, and tuck him under the covers. I lie beside him, patiently waiting for him to wake.
He does about twenty minutes later. His eyes spring open, and he squeaks as he stares at the ceiling.
“I’m here,” I assure him before kissing his temple.
He sucks in a breath, and then his body jerks as though it had taken longer to wake than his mind. He turns to face me, puts his hand on the back of my neck, and drags me down for a smouldering kiss.
“That was amazing. You were amazing. Thank you.”
I smile at his praise. It’s good to know I did a good job during a scene. I worry sometimes that I’ve not given a submissive as pleasurable a time as I intended, so it’s good to be told that I’ve succeeded.
He cups his hand over my groin. “It’s your turn, Sir.”
“You don’t need to call me that now. We’re not in a scene anymore.”
“I want to.” His expression is earnest.
“And you don’t have to worry about giving me an orgasm. I enjoyed watching you come undone.”
It’s the truth. I could have come when he did. I was aroused enough, but I didn’t let myself. The scene was all about bringing him pleasure through pain and frustration.
“I want to. May I?”
My breath catches in my throat. I’ve got no reason to refuse his request, and release would be nice. I nod.
Quinn shoves the covers aside and gets onto his knees. He looks me in the eyes as he makes short work of unbuttoning my trousers and sliding the zip down. He pushes my trousers and boxer pants down around my hips. He shifts his stare to my cock and licks his lips.
“Relax, Sir.”
I lie back and let my thighs fall apart naturally. He leans on his hands and sucks the head of my cock into his mouth. My eyes roll back as he swirls his tongue around my slit. I grasp his hair, tugging enough to burn his scalp. He hisses and sucks harder. I let him keep control of how deep he takes me and how fast he bobs his head. The more he pleasures me, the tighter I tug his hair. It seems to spur him on. Before long, he’s deep throating my cock. My stomach quivers; my chest is light and bubbly. My balls draw up, but I breathe deeply to keep my orgasm at bay as his hot mouth glides up and down my cock. His tongue tickles and torments my sensitive length. He looks beautiful, with his cheeks hollowed out as he sucks. He keeps his stare locked with mine, and damn, I’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight. I’ve been sucked off before, but I’ve never had anyone stare at me with so much adoration.
“I’m going to come.”
He releases my cock from his mouth and squeezes my balls as my orgasm hits me. Hot cum spurts from my slit, hitting Quinn square in the chest. His eyes widen. His body sags. I catch him and pull him to me.
“Sorry,” he slurs.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. That was wonderful. Thank you.”
I stroke his hair and back as we recover. I suspect he regains the feeling in his body long before he actually moves. When he does, it’s to push himself higher so he can kiss me.
“I need to clean you up again.”
“And yourself, Sir.”
I chuckle. “Yes. And myself.”
I don’t want to move, but I have to. I fetch a flannel from the en suite and mop the cum off us, starting with Quinn. Once we’re clean, I cuddle him again.
“I’m going to end up falling asleep again.”
I kiss his hair. “Is that a problem?”
“Not really. I promised myself I’d take today off.”
“You need to take time for yourself. How are the illustrations coming along?”
He sighs. “Slowly. I’m definitely going to need the extra time they’ve given me. I still feel bad about having to ask for an extension.”
