It was Elliot who took things to the next level. He fumbled with my belt buckle and then with the button on my pants, but he managed to undo it.
Elliot ended the kiss, meeting my gaze. “Take them off.”
He watched me. Throughout the entire process, he bit his lip. His breathing changed, becoming heavy with desire, when I was fully naked. He knew he would get to touch me as much as he wanted, and that turned him on.
He didn’t zero in on my cock right away, but he touched everywhere around it. His gaze was also like a touch. He seemed to love looking at my body.
I’d never considered myself exceptional. I kept in shape, working out a few times a week in the basement gym of my house, but I wasn’t concerned about how I looked. The muscular definition came naturally. It was genetics more than any effort on my part. I didn’t think about my body much. I was just grateful my body made Elliot want to touch me.
He placed a kiss in the center of my chest, then kissed a trail to my nipple and licked it.
My attention went straight to my cock. It jumped, impossibly hard and hot with need. Elliot trapped it between us.
Elliot smiled as he licked once more.
I cupped the back of his head, not making demands, just holding him. I needed to touch him somewhere, but I didn’t want to interrupt him. He focused on the right spots, and it made my blood heat deliciously.
He moved to the other nipple, licking it only once before returning to the center of my chest. Then he kissed a path to my abdomen. “I love this spot. You have more than a six-pack.”
I smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
He nodded. “More than like.”
He made his way to my cock, taking it in his hand before kissing the head. The attention made me moan.
He met my gaze as he took my hard length into his mouth. The wet heat surrounding me made me want to close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation. I’d come in his mouth, and it would be the best experience I’d ever had. But I couldn’t look awayfrom him. His eyes burned into me, reminding me he was mine—my beloved. I’d never meet anyone like Elliot again. Someone so eager for me. So open and daring. I didn’t want him any other way, and I knew exactly who Elliot was. I saw it all.
It was when he shut his eyes and moaned around my cock that I pulled away. As much as it pained me, I wanted to touch him, too. “I want to see you,A stor.”
Elliot frowned. “I want to suck you some more.”
So, my beloved enjoyed sucking cock. That was good to know. “I’ll let you if you show me the rest of you.”
His frown deepened, and he averted his gaze to the comforter, then sat on his heels. “I don’t look like you.”
I lifted his chin with a finger, forcing him to meet my gaze. “I like how you look.”
“You haven’t seen all of me yet, beautiful.” He called me an endearment as if he were saying I was the beautiful one rather than him.
“You are beautiful, Elliot. Inside.” I pressed my hand to his chest. “And out.”
Elliot nodded and smiled, but I could tell he was still worried. He unbuttoned his pants and lay on the bed to take them off. His underwear came off with them.
Seeing him fully naked was the stuff of dreams. I didn’t know I needed him bare until he lay across the bed.
He bit his lip again and refused to meet my gaze.
“Look at me,A stor.”
His gaze snapped to mine.
“Don’t look away.” I wanted him to watch me and my expression as I took him in.
He was such a pretty man. Young. Still in his twenties, and that showed in the tightness of his skin. He was open to me, so willing to receive whatever I wanted to give. That showed in hiscalm acceptance and in the way he relaxed a little at a time, as if accepting the truth in my gaze.
His cock had been hard behind the zipper of his pants. I’d felt it against me. It had softened during disrobing, but he grew hard again. The longer I drank him in, the harder he became. But he didn’t touch himself. He seemed to know I didn’t want him to.
“Pull your legs back and expose yourself to me.” I didn’t recall ever needing to see all of someone before. The anticipation of being inside him was killing me, but it would have to wait until I’d looked my fill and touched every inch of him.
