He shivers.
“Do you like having your arse played with?”
“Warmed up?”
I shake my head. “Played with.”
He frowns.
“Get comfortable. On your stomach. Hands and knees. Whatever. I need access to your arse.”
“Okay.” He turns onto his hands and knees, head towards the top of the bed, knees apart.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. I kneel behind him and part his arse cheeks, revealing his pristinely clean pink pucker. “I’m looking forward to this.” Before he can react, I lean down and lick his hole.
He shivers from head to toe. “Oh, fuck!”
“Nice?”
“Yes!” His voice is little more than a squeak.
Grinning, I repeat the action, revelling in thebeautiful way his body reacts. I lick over his hole and twirl my tongue around it until the area is glistening with my saliva. I part his cheeks a little further and squeeze the tip of my tongue inside him.
He gasps, lurches forward, and collapses onto the bed, clutching the sheets. “Oh, fuck.”
I rock onto my heels, stroking his lower leg. “Hasn’t anyone done that to you before?”
He presses his face against the sheets and shakes his head.
“Did you like it?” I ask.
“Yes. But I wasn’t expecting it.”
“Well, now you are. Stay there.”
I shuffle towards the foot of the bed and lie down, with my shoulders resting on his thigh. I part his arse cheeks again. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
I go to town on him, licking him inside and out, pulling all the tricks I’ve learned to pleasure a man’s arse with nothing but my tongue. He gasps, pants, and writhes. Every noise that pours out of his mouth is one of bemused pleasure. I could make him come like this, because it’s so new to him, but I don’t want to. I don’t want him to come until my cock is buried deep inside him. So, I worship his arse until his pants become desperate. Then I bring him down from the brink, not by stopping, but by making the ministrations of my tongue gentler and less intense, until the tip of my tongue is barely touching his pucker. His breathing relaxes, colourreturns to his knuckles, and the tension slips out of his body.
I push up, lying over him, and kiss him behind the ear. “Nice?”
“Yes. You—you should let me do something nice for you.”
“No need. I’m givingyoua night to remember.”
“That doesn’t mean it should all be one-sided, does it?”
“I guess not. But pleasuring you is turning me on, so I am getting something out of this.”
He twists underneath me, so he’s on his back, and we’re able to stare into each other’s eyes. He strokes my jaw. “You’re amazing.”
My face becomes a little warm. “So are you.”
“No. I mean it.”
“So do I.” I kiss him.
