“Yes. Can you....” I tugged on his T-shirt, and he nodded but hesitated. I ended up lifting the clothing up and off him. I loved all his curly chest hair. I had a smattering between my pecs, but he was furry across the top and in a thick line going down his chest to below his belly button. I ran my hand along his torso to scrape my fingers through all that fuzz on his stomach. It was a lush experience. Most men I’d been with were more like me, and I loved the differences in our bodies.
“Youarea cuddle bear.”
Maurice snorted and grinned, and then I was happy when he pressed against my front and kissed me again. We spent a long time exploring each other’s mouths, and while I was going out of my mind with how much my cock was pulsing, I didn’t want to fuck this up by rushing faster than he was inclined. I caressed my hands along his sides and over his stomach where it was pressed against my front, loving the sensation of his firm muscles and the softer feeling of his belly—the contrast was nice. I wanted to touch him all over.
Maurice broke away from the kiss and frowned. “Can you not do that?”
“What?”
He grasped the wrist of my hand on his belly and shook it around. “This.”
My heart thudded faster. “Okay. Anything you want.”
He groaned and squinted at me, and I realized we’d smudged his glasses and knocked them all around, so I pushed them up his nose, for what little help that would be. “Do you like it?” he asked, almost as if he couldn’t believe anything so wild.
“Touching you? Yes, of course.”
He bit the corner of his lip. “You drawing attention to my, uh, gut makes me think about how different I look from you. But if you like it....”
“How about we compromise, and I kiss you here?” I asked, pressing my lips to his neck. He smiled and tilted his head, letting me have access, and I opened my mouth and sucked on his skin, the tang of salt hitting my taste buds. Maurice sighed and leaned against me with his entire body, which I loved. He was so responsive to the smallest touches, and it drove me to suck harder and upward. I snagged his earlobe and feasted on it, and he ground his hips against me in a steady, teasing rhythm that made my ab muscles tense. My cock jerked in time to his tempo.
“Do you like this?” I murmured, then flicked my tongue over his earlobe.
“Mm. Can you do it again?” he asked with a laugh, and I was only too happy to oblige. I’d fallen in the deep end of this pool with him and didn’t want to climb back out. At some point we both shuffled closer to the bed, and I wasn’t sure if he’d made the decision to do that or if we’d ended up moving that way by chance, but I took his hand and crawled onto the blankets. He hesitated at the side.
“We can do whatever you want.” My words were loud in the room. I groaned and flopped back, and it was blind luck that my head hit the pillows. “Actually, we don’t have any supplies, so I guess what we could do depends on a lot of things, but—”
“I get it,” he said with a grin, and he crawled over to settle at my side. I scraped my fingertips through the stubble along his jaw and loved the way it prickled against my skin. Since I’d been leading things along, it took me by surprise when he danced his hand over my abs. I arched my back when he tickled his fingers lower across my belt buckle. He seemed hesitant, and I wasn’t sure why, so I slid my hand on top of his.
“You can touch me anywhere you want, and I do meananywhere.” My body tensed as I said those words out loud because there were about a thousand places I would love his hands or mouth, and one of them hardened to the point it was driving me crazy while he stared into my eyes. “You had a boyfriend in the past, right? So, you know what you like?”
He stilled. “Uh.... I mostly did what he wanted.”
Translation, you never got the things you needed.Annoyance on Maurice’s behalf blasted through me, even though I could sometimes be the same way. I frequently had trouble talking about problems or asking for what I really wanted. “Tell me what you like.”
Maurice blinked and seemed a bit lost. “I’m not sure.”
I slid my hands up to the sides of his neck and ran my thumbs along his cheeks. “We’ll just have to try everything, then.”
He snickered and hid his face against my shoulder for a second. My heart flipped, and I bent down to capture his lips with mine and drag him closer. For a while we traded air and wet kisses. Maurice flung his leg over my hip and pressed closer, and I loved the sensation of him chasing after his pleasure. It didn’t take long for me to roll on top of him and get between his thick thighs. My hard cock rubbed against the solid ridge in his pants, and his hips thrust up to meet mine.
It was amazing, and every time we rocked together, tension and heat twisted tighter in my stomach. His sharp teeth sank into my top lip for a moment, then let go, and my balls began to feel too full. This was so much better than a daydream while I was alone. I kissed along his jaw, then licked his stubble and shuddered at the sensation of it on my tongue.
“Can you take these off?” Maurice asked. I had trouble making sense of the words until he tugged on the back pocket of my jeans, and then it was a race to see who could kick off their shoes and pants first. Underneath his clothes Maurice had on boxer briefs that barely hid his hard-on, and I hummed in appreciation as I got a glimpse of what he was working with. He might be bigger than me, not that I minded. I loved the huge bulge in his underwear. His eyes were large—maybe he hadn’t realized I was going commando. He ran a hand along my shaft, and my eyes closed all on their own while he used his palm to rub against me. I couldn’t control the urge to thrust against his grip, and he let out a cute growl.
“Do you like this?” I asked, opening my eyes.
“Hell yes.” Maurice slid his hands around my hips and grabbed my ass, bringing me down on top of him again. I was surprised but didn’t mind in the least when he teased the fingers of both hands along the edges of my crack, then squeezed my asscheeks. The soft cloth of Maurice’s underwear was sweet friction against my hard-on, and I groaned and rutted against him.
“I’m going to come if we keep doing this,” I whispered between our lips, and then I went back to kissing him and rocking in a primal rhythm that was more familiar than the beat of my heart. We were in sync, and I was shocked at how close I was already. He massaged my ass, and we moved faster, sweat building up between us.
He slanted his mouth on mine and sucked on the tip of my tongue, the sensation running on a string directly to the head of my cock and almost knocking me over the edge. I quivered and whimpered and didn’t want to be done yet, so I pulled back and slid down the bed, using my lips and tongue to map Maurice’s neck. I sucked his Adam’s apple, licked along his collarbone, and then kissed around that furry patch of hair on his chest.
I kept going and snagged the hem of the boxer briefs, tugging them off as I continued my sensual exploration of his body.
“What are you doing? I thought.... I’m the one who needs to impress you.” He patted the top of my head, and heat skittered down my spine when he dug his fingers into my hair.
“Impress? This is about feeling good. You already impressed me or we wouldn’t be in bed together.” I nipped lightly at his hip, and he hissed out a breath between his teeth. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick as it sprang free. I was surprised because he was uncut, and I licked my lips. I’d never been with a guy who had foreskin, and I let out a hum as I ran my cheek against the soft skin bunched under his cockhead.
