“Of course.”
He reaches into his bag and brings out a container, it’s full of strawberries and he holds one out for me to eat.
“Wow, you’re really taking this date seriously, I get strawberries?”
I lean in and take a bite, laughing when the juice runs down my mouth and onto his fingers. My first thought is that I probably look ridiculous; eating strawberries is meant to be romantic and I’m messing it up. But his eyes darken as he watches me, before finishing off the rest of the strawberry himself.
Stephen
“Wow, you’re really taking this date seriously, I get strawberries?” he asks, before leaning in and wrapping his lips around the fruit in my hand.
Obviously my mind goes straight to the idea of his lips wrapping around something else, which isn’t helped by the juice running down his chin and onto my fingers. I finish off the rest of the strawberry and pick another. I’d planned this to be romantic, but fuck me, it’s making me horny as sin.
“Do you want more?” I ask, offering him so much more than a simple strawberry.
He nods and I hold the strawberry out for him. His lips wrap around it, but he gets more of my fingers this time too. The noises he makes as he sucks in the juice go straight to my cock and as soon as my fingers are free, I throw the rest of the strawberry away and crush his mouth to mine.
The strawberry is still ripe on his tongue, and the flavor mingles in our kiss. He grips my hair in his hands and uses it to pull me down on top of him, his leg wrapping around my hip. As he claims my mouth with his tongue, it’s the most control he’s ever taken and it’s so fucking hot. His confidence is growing every day, and I love how he’s using his initiative more.
He breaks the kiss and lets his head gently rest on the floor.
“Please can I have another strawberry?” he asks, it’s barely a whisper, but it’s filled with heat.
“You can have anything you want, baby.”
I reach for another strawberry and place it half in my mouth. He grins and takes a bite, letting the sweet berry fill our kiss. It’s messy, and noisy, and the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, the sounds making me think of everything else I want to do with him.
“Fuck, Donovan. I love the way you taste, I wanna taste all of you.”
He whimpers and grips my hair tighter. “Me too.”
“Can I? Please can I go down on you, baby?”
He nods his head but worry flashes across his face.
“Use your words,” I say, “tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I want to go down on you too, but it’s the thing I’m most nervous about.” His words escape in a rush, like he needed to say them quickly to get them out.
“Donovan, we’re in no rush. I don’t expect you to reciprocate, I want you to wait until you’re ready—”
“I’m ready,” he interrupts, “just nervous.”
“Judging by the way you ate those strawberries you have nothing to be nervous about. You made me so fucking hard.”
“I did?”
“Fuck yes, the way you sucked the juice from my fingers, and the noises you made. This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” His eyes light up, clearly loving that he’s given me a first of my own. “I’ve also never gone down on someone in the open before either, if you’re enjoying collecting my firsts.”
He laughs and pulls me into a kiss. “Okay,” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah, and if you need me to be explicit, Stephen, will you please suck my dick.”
The noise that escapes me can only be described as a growl; I lift up onto my knees so I’m straddling him and looking down.
“You’d better take your T-shirt off before I rip it from your body, those words are making me fucking feral.”
