I watched him as he undressed me with so much care. I took my shirt off, making me the one who was fully naked this time.
Noah swallowed my cock to the back of his throat. His hands gripped the backs of my legs, pushing me into him.
“So good, Noah,” I gasped. “You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”
When he moaned, the vibrations from his throat traveled all the way to my spine. Fuck, I shouldn’t be so close. This wasn’t about me.
I already knew this wouldn’t be the last time we’d be together, so I could take my time and make it all about him.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth, rubbing my leaking head over his lips. His tongue followed the trail, licking every bit of my salty precum.
“On your feet,” I commanded.
He groaned, pushing his eyebrows close together.
“As much as I’d love to come down your throat or all over your face, I’m not thirty anymore, Noah. You’re going to do exactly as I say so I can give you what you need. Right?”
“Yes.” He sprung to his feet.
“Remove your clothes and get over to the window. Face the desk, hands on top. Legs spread wide.”
I hadn’t finished before his shirt flew across the room. His jeans and socks followed. He must have kicked his shoes off when he jumped me.
He assumed the position. I inhaled a deep breath at the sight in front of me.
“Look at you, Noah.” I bridged the gap between us and ran my hand down the middle of his back. “You can’t wait to have me inside you again, can you?”
“No.”
I leaned against him, pushing my dick between his thighs. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
His breath caught in his throat. “Yes.”
I planted open-mouth kisses all over his shoulders, neck, and behind his ears, relishing in the sounds he made as I sucked until there were small marks all over his skin.
Even with bare touches, he was already taking himself into that space where only pleasure mattered. I quickly applied some lube to my dick and pushed it between his thighs again. This time, it glided in easier.
“Look outside the window. What do you see?” I asked, desperately holding on to my control.
“There’s…a flock of ducks by the pond.”
I pulled back and pushed again, knowing I would hit that spot between his hole and his balls.
He gasped.
“What else, Noah?”
He pushed back against me, his head falling forward. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back up, exposing his throat.
I wrapped my hand around it, pressing just enough to feel each gasp as I thrust against him.
“Noah.”
“A couple,” he said quickly. “They’re walking and holding hands.”
“Do you think they’re on a vacation? Maybe a honeymoon?”
“I don’t know. Please, Lior…”
