I unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders to land on top of his sports coat. His eyes don’t move from my breasts the entire time, and I’m flattered.
I put my hands to his back and hear his hiss at the same time I feel his exhale.
He pulls me even closer, but I resist. I want to actually see him this time. It was hot that the first time was so frenzied that we didn’t even get our clothes off, but I want to take it slower this time.
He takes the nonverbal direction, settling me back at the distance I was before he interfered.
Satisfied that he’s not going to interrupt me again, I focus on his chest. That chest that I had seen in the dark sex room is even better in the light of a less sexually charged room.
And if I had thought he was Hercules then, I’m sure of it now.
I slide my hands down the ridges of his muscles, sure that this body could help Atlas hold up the world on his broad shoulders.
“I think taking my time was a stupid idea,” Gavin says through clenched teeth. The fingers at my hip haven’t moved, and they’ve dug in a little tighter. Digging into me like we’re carved by a master Renaissance sculptor making flesh out of marble. Like they’re going to stay there as long as any marble sculpture would last.
“No, I think it is a great idea.”
“We’re already more naked than last time. Next time we’ll get all the way naked. But not now.”
“But I want it slow.” I slowly undo his belt and slide it through the loops.
“Then you’ll get it slow,” he says, resigned. But the way his body is straining to get closer to mine, muscles clenched, I don’t know how much he’ll be able to deliver on that.
I speed up the process, hooking my fingers in his boxer briefs and pants to let them fall to the ground together. His erection bobs out of its constraints to point toward me.
Now that he’s completely naked in front of me, I entwine my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. The movement releases whatever hold I had on Gavin, and he thrusts his hands in my underwear, pushing them down until he lets gravity take over.
He does my bra next, unclasping it and letting it get stuck between us since I refuse to lower my arms and let go of him. He pulls me in closer, and I rub against him where I can reach, liking the friction very much.
Without breaking the kiss, he sweeps me up and away from the small mountain of clothes we made. He puts me on the bed, and the bra falls away. He replaces it with himself, giving my breasts the same friction the rest of me got.
His hand takes a trip down my body, making a stop at my breasts and following the twists and turns of my curves down to my clit.
I arch against him, getting wetter with each move.
I want to drive him as wild as he drives me, so I hook my leg over his and use the momentum to flip us over.
Gavin doesn’t care about his new position, but he does crunch up to capture my lips again, making his abs deliciously hard. From my position straddling him, I duck the kiss and now I get some complaints.
“Come back.”
“One second, I want to do something.”
“Do it later.”
“I want to suck your dick.”
He lies back down, quiet and compliant now. “Okay, you can do it now.”
“That was an easy negotiation,” I murmur, multitasking the sass and the blowjob.
Without any further interruption from the blow-ee, I take his cock in my hands and give it a few swipes, watching as it gets harder.
I lower my mouth, darting my tongue out to lick the crown gently.
“Give me more.”
Silly man. He should know better than anyone how contrary I can be when ordered to do something. In retaliation I move my head up and kiss his lower abdomen while stroking his penis with my hands.
