He pulled his head back and his eyes shining with glee.
“You are awfully proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I joked, and he threw his head back in laughter.
“To be honest with you, yes!”
I pretended to be annoyed but couldn’t hide my smile.
“That was hot as fuck. I love that I can make you feel this way,” he said.
I planted a small kiss on his lips and lifted myself up on one elbow.
“When we are finished here, I want to see what kind of books you have been reading,” I teased and pushed him on his back. “Now let’s see how I can return the favor…”
I pulled down his pants and openly gaped at him. He was beautiful and that wasn’t something I’d usually say about the male anatomy. I ran the palm of my hand along the silken skin of his cock, and he jerked in response.
“You are killing me,” he breathed, and I took him in my hand, adding a little bit of pressure and slowly moving my hand up and down.
“Fuck…” he groaned and the sound of him moaning was the hottest thing I had ever heard. He planted his hand behind my head and pulled me down to kiss him. With every stroke of my hand his body flexed, his stomach muscles moving beautifully and his tongue going deeper and deeper into my mouth.
I wanted to torture him a little, make him beg for his release, but this was his first handjob and the sensation was probably overwhelming. I’d have plenty of opportunities to tease him later. He was close, I could feel it in the throbbing of his cock and the tight muscles on his stomach.
“Cum for me, God of Wisdom,” I whispered into his mouth.
He groaned and came hard, his breath hot and heavy on my face. When his breathing had slowed down, he pulled me over to him with my head on his chest.
“Wow… You know earlier when I said I would be happy with you just massaging my toes? I want to take that back.” He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
“I thought you might say that.” I smiled and felt my eyes drifting shut.
There, in his arms, his smell of leather and soap enticed me to go to sleep, it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders.
Chapter 31
Iwoke up hours later to a noise coming from the en suite bathroom. I turned around, the bed next to me was empty. The room was dark, but I could clearly see him coming out of the bathroom, sneaking across the room.
“Hey,” I said sleepily.
He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m sorry, trouble. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
I sat up straight. “Can you do me a favor? Can you get me a glass of water from the dresser over there?”
“Of course, hold on.” He smiled and got up in all his naked glory.
He handed the glass to me, and I took a small sip.
“Thanks, but I just wanted to see your ass again.” I smirked.
His laugh echoed through the room as he took the glass from me, placing it on the bedside table and settling in next to me again.
“And are you satisfied with the basic anatomy of my behind?” he asked.
I nestled closer and placed my hand on his backside, “Oh, very much so,” and squeezed. “Well, then… now it’s my turn, on your belly!” he ordered, mock stern. I obliged. Mylower back and bum were still covered with the sheet, and he made a slow show of pushing it down.
He paused, straightened slightly, and adjusted his glasses with exaggerated precision, like a professor about to begin a lecture. Then he leaned over, tracing little kisses down my spine and over my ass.
“Delicious, darling,” he said, pretending to bite me. I laughed, grabbing him and pulling him up until we were face to face, nose to nose.
