My hookups had always been rushed with me focusing on the goal of getting both of us off as quickly as possible. But withHeath, I wanted to take my time. I wanted to enjoy him, explore him, savor him.
Our clothes came off, and then we were both wonderfully naked. My hands ran over his chest, plucking at his nipples until he fed me one of his beautiful moans. Heath’s muscles were sleek and lean, unlike my bulkier form, and I loved the contrast between our bodies.
I pressed soft kisses against his lips, then trailed a path to his ear. He was sensitive there, and so I took some time nibbling his ear shell until he shivered. The spot behind his ear was a favorite too. I licked, kissed, and sucked as he squirmed under my hands, then moved south.
Kissing a path from his neck downward felt as natural as breathing, and I took my time exploring him. He smelled like the ocean, though how that was possible, I had no clue. He had this innate freshness about him, as if he embodied the vastness of the Pacific Ocean.
I latched my mouth onto the sensitive skin of his shoulder and sucked hard, creating a dark-red spot. I’d marked him, which was about the most juvenile thing ever, yet I loved seeing my handiwork. So did Heath, judging by how his eyes darkened as he inspected it.
Like me, he had scars all over his stump and other leg, though his were very different. He’d lost a lot of skin and had received skin grafts, whereas my scars were from the blast and all kinds of materials that had been embedded in my flesh. His were strangely beautiful, like this landscape of what had happened to him. They made him who he was.
I traced one with my finger. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“I mean it.”
“I know you do. I don’t see it myself, but I do feel it in the way you look at me…and how I see you. I see the beauty in your scars as well.”
He was right. It went both ways, a perspective I hadn’t yet considered. I’d have to think more about that some other time. For now, I wanted to focus on Heath.
I kissed some of his scars. When I reached the crease of his thigh, he spread his legs, giving me full access. The trust and vulnerability in that position gave me pause. “Thank you,” I said softly.
He raised his head and met my eyes. “For what?”
“For this. For you. For trusting me.”
His smile did strange things to my insides. “You’re welcome.”
I cleared my throat. “I did my research, but you’ll need to help me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise.”
I knew where the lube was, and I grabbed it and squeezed some on my fingers. When I’d read the instructions for anal, I’d worried how to remember it all and how to make it even remotely sexy. But all those concerns were gone now. All I had to do was touch him, and everything else would work out.
And so I did, rubbing his entrance with slick fingers until it softened under my touch and I could slip a finger in. So warm inside, so snug. I kissed his balls as I pumped my finger, moving around until it felt a little less tight. He kept his balls waxed, and I loved the smooth sensation as I licked them.
Wait, maybe I could…? I carefully took one into my mouth and ran my tongue around it while at the same time inserting two fingers into his hole.
“Oooh,” Heath moaned, bucking his hips and all but shoving himself deeper into my mouth.
I would’ve smiled, but I had my mouth full and two fingers inside him, so I focused on that. A gentle suck made him moaneven louder, or maybe that was because I’d started sliding my fingers in and out of him. After a few times, I widened them just slightly to open him up even more.
His other testicle was probably feeling neglected, so I took care of that one as well. If you’d told me I’d be sucking a man’s balls a year ago, I would’ve called you fucking insane, yet here I was, doing this as if I’d done it a thousand times before.
By the time I had three fingers up his ass, both his balls were tight from the pressure and wet from my saliva, his cock was leaking all over, and he was squirming impatiently on the bed. I let go of him.
“Your research is paying off,” Heath panted.
“The balls thing was my own idea.”
“Yeah? Brilliant idea. Ten out of ten.”
“Thank you. I have my moments.”
“You sure do.”
I swallowed. “Are you ready? You still okay with…?”
