He follows my request without stopping kissing me. Instead, he places his forearms on my shoulders and pulls himself up a bit more, while his hands find their way to my hair. His fingers playwith it, alternating between caressing and pulling it, following the rhythm of our kiss.
“Oh, Angel, you taste so damn good.”
“You too, babe.”
That nickname gets me all the time, and my dick notices as well because it goes as hard as steel.
“I need you, babe. I need your body on top of mine. I need you to make me fly.”
How can I resist such a beautiful request, especially when what he wants is what I crave to give. “Soon, Angel.”
With Jay still in my arms, I walk towards the bedroom, until a thought stops me. I turn around, and when I’m close to the table again I say to Jay, “Pick up the monitor. Arianna…” I don’t need to say more because he’s already leaning down towards the table.
“I’ve got it.”
He puts his arms around me once again and tucks his head against my neck, so close to my skin his breath washes over me in hot and dump puffs.
His lips open and his tongue sneaks out. It glides against my skin, making me falter, and starting a blaze that is going toconsume us. “You taste so good,” he says, before lavishing my neck with more of his attention. He uses his tongue, following the intricate shapes of the tattoos on my neck, and sometimes creating his own. I have to stop when Jay pushes my head up, so he can reach the three small drops on my Adam’s apple.
I squeeze his cheeks in response to his exploration, and we moan at the same time. “Angel, let me carry you to bed.”
“I was having fun.” His mouth goes into an adorable pout, the expression both teasing and endearing, and impossible not to notice.
“We’ll have more fun in bed.”
“Carry me to bed then, babe,” he says, before taking another taste of my skin and then lying his head on my shoulder. “I love how strong you are, and how you protect me all the time.”
“Always, Angel.”
I lay him gently on the bed, my shirt falling off one shoulder like it always does, making him look young and so damn edible. That spot begs for my lips, so I bend forward, and just like Jay did with me, I slide my tongue over him, making him moan. I love the sounds and I want more.
I place one leg on the bed and cradle him, his hands rising, but instead of going around my neck they go to my shirt. One by one the buttons of my shirt become undone, and once he’s finishedhe slides his hands under the fabric and pushes it out of the way, exposing my skin to his eyes.
I press against his touch but he stops me. “Lie on the bed. I want to get to know every single tattoo you have on your body.”
Oh damn. How can I say no to such a sweet request? I lie on top of him and take his lips in a scorching kiss, and then I roll onto my back, pulling him on top of me. I let my arms fall to the bed, telling him without words that I’m his.
Jay takes my lips, his tongue caressing my upper one and then the bottom one until I’m ravenous for him. As soon as I open my mouth, Jay’s there, and the glide of our tongues together pulls a groan out of me. Fuck, he really tastes like heaven.
That hungry moment is broken by a feather-like kiss landing on my lips, and then he pulls back slightly and another kiss lands on the corner of my mouth. He continues kissing me, following my jaw to that tender spot under my ear. He lavishes it with little bites and kisses, making my cock push painfully against the zipper.
When his tongue resumes its mapping of my tattoos, I wrap my arms around him in a loose embrace, and use my fingers to mimic the shapes he’s following. When he bites, I let my nails gently scratch his skin.
It’s like we’re in sync, and every time I groan under the deliberate trail of his tongue, he moans because of the deliberate trail of my fingers. Our breaths come out at a faster rhythm,that’s interrupted by quiet gasps as the pleasure dips into a gentle ache when his teeth come into play.
He moves from my neck to my chest, plays with my nipples, and makes me hungry for him.
We rub against each other, faster and faster, and the exploration of our bodies moves lower and lower. When Jay’s tongue dips inside my navel, I nearly come inside my jeans, my upper body rising and my hands finding their way inside Jay’s trousers.
“Oh, Angel, I love what your tongue does to me.”
He uses his hands to push me back down to the bed, where he kneels in between my legs and continues to make me crazy for him. His fingers opens the button of my jeans, and then his hands are at my sides. A little tap on my hips and I raise my ass from the bed, allowing Jay to push them down to my ankles.
I’m not ready for his mouth on me, so when his lips wrap around me and his tongue plays with my sensitive glans, I bite my lips so as not to scream in pleasure. “Angel, slow down or I’ll come.” My voice rises when he licks my tip before pulling back.
Kisses land on my stomach, and then along the top of my thighs, back and forward, teasing me, so I do some teasing myself.
I find the button of his trousers and undo them, pull them down with his boxers, and then I take ownership of his arse. I use my index finger to caress the top of his crack, and I love how he leans forward as if giving me permission to explore more, so Ido. I use my hand to pull one cheek open and then use my finger to slide down until I find his hole. I pat it there and Jay moans… and I want more, I want him panting my name until he’s coming undone under me.
