I close my eyes, giving in to his touch and his words. God, why didn't I know that I could crave words?
His tongue flattens out over my nipple, and he sucks it into a sensitive peak before moving to the other one.
There's no hiding how hard we both are. My hips move against him, looking for friction…relief…bliss…
"Sky…" I moan. "More…"
"More what, baby?" He nips at my skin, finding his way to my neck, where I feel him suck a hickey to replace the one he left on me last week, which is an addition to the one he gave me yesterday. I love how he needs to mark me.
Like my tattoos, the hickey won't be visible to anyone, but I'll know it's there. I know he wants it there.
I feel his erection getting harder, and my mouth waters at the thought of his thick, heavy cock against my tongue. I roll my hips to meet his, but it's not enough. The few layers we have between us are too many.
He puts his hands on my butt and stands up, taking me with him.
"Dessert time."
He lays me down on the kitchen island with my ass on the edge.
Yes! Fucking god, yes.
I lean back and squeak as the stone counter cools me down. Sky removes my underwear, and then I'm gloriously naked like I'm about to be served on a platter.
The sound of a cap makes me look up. I want to watch what Sky is doing, but what he has in his hand isn't what I think it is.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you. I'm having dessert. Now shush and lie back. This is between me and this delectable ass."
I laugh but do as I'm told, and a moment later, I feel the cold drizzle of Maple Sky syrup on my cock and running down my balls toward my hole.
"You better clean that u—FUCK!" I shout as Sky licks and sucks my hole like he hasn't eaten for a year. My body is going haywire, shaking with pleasure.
All the hairs on my skin stand up, and I feel like I'm some kind of conductor for energy that, at some point, will need to find its way out.
Before I know it, my orgasm rips through me like a cannonball. There are stars in my eyes, and I think I may actually be dead.
Sky chuckles. "I was not expecting that, but, man, I'll keep on doing it just to see you come so beautifully, Jud."
I can't even talk, so I'm most certainly deceased. Sky doesn't stop licking me though. Maybe he can't stand to waste a drop of his precious syrup, or my cum, because he licks me until I'm all clean and my dick is starting to stir again.
"Is that why you called it Maple Sky? Because I think I'm in heaven."
He pulls my hand until I'm sitting up and facing him, and then he kisses me, slowly, letting me taste the mix of my release and the maple syrup.
"It is now," he says, his laughter rumbling from deep in his chest.
He picks me up again and takes me to his room, past his very comfortable-looking bed, and into the bathroom. I'm very aware that he hasn't come because his very hard dick is poking my ass.
If it wasn't for the lack of prep or the stickiness, I'd be sliding down Sky's waist to get that thing in me.
Sky doesn't put me down until the water in the shower is running warm. I have to say, there are advantages to being with Superman. Lois Lane was a smart girl.
We wash each other until I'm back to full-on hard and ready to go again. Sky runs his teeth down my neck, which results in me bucking into him, our cocks rubbing together between us.
Now that he knows my neck is my Achilles heel, he seems determined to use it against me as much as possible.
"Will you fuck me?" he asks.
