“You okay with this?”
He nods and then rolls me onto my back so I have better access. His hair falls down around me, making me feel like he and I are in our own completely separate, curtained off universe. I watch his expression as I dive my finger down lower. There’s more hair, more warmth and the pleated knot of his anus. I circle it and I’m both surprised and delighted when he hums.
“It sort of tickles,” he says.
“Nobody has ever touched you here?” I ask and try and ignore the kick of hope at that possibility. I continue to rub gentle circles around his hole.
“Yeah, some girls have tried. I’ve had a finger in the arse a few times and didn’t hate it but I also didn’t love it. What you’re doing is different though. It feels… more affectionate. And honestly,” he huffs out a rough chuckle, “I never thought somebody could touch an arsehole,myarsehole affectionately.”
“The goal is to try and relax it. Your hole and you.”
“I can see that, or rather, I can feel that.” He lifts his head slightly, parting the curtains of his hair so more light gets in and I can see his eyes are closed and his lips rub together.
Pulling my hand away, I spit on my fingers while pulling down his boxers with my other hand. Marcello helps me out and by the time my wet fingers are back on him, he’s taken them off his body completely. This makes it much easier to find him and slide my slick fingertips over his hole. Applying more pressure, I am rewarded by a rough groan.
“Where’s that bottle of lube?” he asks. “The one I left here.”
“Not yet. Let me take my time with you.”
“But what else could you possibly do, other than get me ready with your fingers which you are doing very, very well, by the way.”
“It’s not my first rodeo,” I say but actually there is something about this moment that screams “first”. This is the first time I have felt so much for a man. This is the first time I have wanted to make every single thing perfect for my partner. This is the first time I have wanted to make sex last as long as I possibly could because my mind is quiet and I am completely in my body. I don’t want to count. I’m not thinking about anything but Marcello, Marcello, Marcello, and the best part is, I’m allowed to think like that. I don’t have to hide or downplay that that is all I want to think about.
“I could eat you,” I tell him.
“Eat me?”
“Your arse.”
“You want to eat my arse?” Marcello blinks at me. “My hairy arse.”
“I don’t mind hair.”
“And yet you have none.” He strokes my chest and licks his lips.
I freeze but then breathe out and some of the tension leaves my body. “I don’t want hair onmybody, and I'll explain why later. It's a bit more complicated than what I've told you before. But just because I don't want hair on my body, doesn't mean I don’t like it on my lover’s body.”
“Your lover, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been called somebody’s lover.”
“So what do you say, lover? Can I eat your ass and help get you ready for me?”
“If it feels anywhere near as good as what you’re doing with your finger, it’s a very enthusiastic yes from me.”
Keeping my grip on his ass cheeks, I flip us so he’s on his back. I then move off him and slide down his body, settling between his legs, which I gently push back up against his body.
“Oh, you’re going to do it like that?” Marcello cranes his neck to look down at me.
“Can I?”
“I mean, yeah, I guess, I just… You have to remember I am clueless about all this.”
“Then let me teach you,” I say as I spread his cheeks. “Let me teach you how good this can feel.”
I dive down and put my mouth on him. My tongue dances over his hole and he moans. I smile against his skin as I spit and use the saliva to push my tongue against the circle of muscle that presses back against me. When Marcello hums again and brings a hand to the back of my head, I keep doing what I’m doing. Licking, kissing, sucking, loving on this sensitive and hidden part of him.
Only when he starts to wriggle and writhe around on the bed, do I pull back completely. I briefly wipe the sweat away from my forehead with the back of my hand – I’d forgotten how ridiculously hot eating ass can get – and then I finally move to get the lube from my bedside table.
It’s not the bottle he left here – I put that safely out of sight in my bathroom – but there’s more than enough in this tube for what we want to do.
