I decided to push my luck, needing to see if another of my hunches about him was correct. I leaned in close, whispering against the side of his neck, “Good boy.”
Michael's entire body shuddered, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
My lips found his again and I tasted the sweetness that had been left behind from dessert earlier. He let out a low moan when I stepped between his legs, pushing him to the mattress.
My hands were everywhere now, exploring every part of Michael's body, each touch more tender than the one before. I loved the way his chest heaved with desire as I rubbed circles around his nipples. His hips rocked forward in anticipation as my lips trailed from his collarbone to his navel.
I pushed aside the towel to explore further, and his back arched when my tongue made contact with the sensitive area just below his belly button. He groaned in approval as I kissed a path up to his chin, before curling my fingers around his thick shaft.
His hands reached out to pull me down on top of him, but I batted them away.
“No,” I said firmly. “Tonight, your pleasure will come from me exploring you, not the other way around.”
I felt every contour and curve of his torso, barely grazing them with my fingertips as if they were made of the finest silk.
“Look at me, baby. Let me see those beautiful blue eyes.” Michael's breathing grew more labored and his skin warmed beneath my touch. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he opened up his eyes and looked into mine. There was something there that words could never convey—trust and desire that transcended anything we'd ever experienced before now.
Sweat coursed down his neck as he tried to catch his breath. Seeing his reactions left me aching for more, quivering with longing.
Michael pleaded for me to let him touch me back but I only grinned in response—no way could I surrender that kind of power tonight. Instead, I continued stroking him, allowing the tips of my fingers to dip between his legs. I wanted him to beg me to take it further.
“Oh god, please let me come, Billy. Please!” Michael's pleas for me to take him were relentless now, and my hunger for him matched the desperation in his voice.
“No.” His entire body tensed at my firm denial. “You'll come when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Billy.” I could already feel his need radiating from his body as he eagerly offered himself to me. Michael's hand fell to the mattress with a thud, and he spread his legs wider, inviting me to continue.
My lips descended upon his most sensitive areas, and I felt him shudder beneath my touch. With a single swipe of my tongue against his taint, I promised him an explosive pleasure that no amount of teasing could match.
I cupped his ass, spreading his cheeks wide, eliciting deep moans from Michael that only served to drive me wilder. He writhed on the bed as I pressed the tip of a finger against his entrance. I wouldn't breach him, not tonight, but there was a promise there that someday it would come.
He was laid out beneath me, his body writhing with desire. Every inch of him yearned for my touch, begging for more as I teased him with tantalizing strokes. He pleaded for me to take him, to finally fulfill his long-neglected needs.
His fingers clawed desperately at the sheets as I felt for the pearly drops of pre-cum on the head of his shaft. He gasped as I licked them away like sweet nectar from a ripe fruit.
The heat between us was palpable now, and it wasn't long before Michael was on the brink of release—he just needed one final push to send him flying into the stratosphere. Taking his head firmly between both hands, I looked deeply into his eyes and whispered four words that set off an explosion like nothing either one of us had ever experienced.
“Let go for me.”
Michael's grip tightened on my shoulders as his entire body quaked with pleasure, before finally collapsing into a blissful state of euphoria beneath me. His chest heaved with each breath, and we lay there silent for several moments until he finally spoke. “That was…incredible.”
I smiled down at him and pulled him in for a tender kiss before resting my forehead against his own. Never had feelings like this consumed me so completely. We collapsed together, cocooned in a warm embrace filled with understanding that this was only the start of something life-altering.
I was wrapped in a sense of serenity as I listened to the birds singing outside the following morning. When my eyes fluttered open, my heart filled with warmth as I felt Michael’s head resting on my chest. He was still sound asleep, his breaths steady and calm.
The night had been an emotional and intimate revelation for both of us. I treasured this newfound closeness and wanted to make today special for him.
Gently easing out from under Michael, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I slipped into jeans and a t-shirt, then proceeded to Michael’s room to pick out clothes for him. I chose a pair of black jeans and a soft grayish-blue Henley, loving the way the color of the shirt made the blue of his eyes seem brighter. I laid them out on the end of the bed.
As I headed downstairs to the kitchen, the idea of making breakfast for Michael excited me. Knowing he'd likely stir the moment he smelled anything cooking in the kitchen, I started the coffee maker before getting to work on scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit for breakfast.
As expected, the aroma of coffee floated upstairs, waking my… Michael. I heard footsteps and turned to see him, now awake and wearing the clothes I'd picked.
“Morning,” he said, his voice gravelly from sleep. I waited to see if he'd mention the clothes. He didn't.
I approached him, running my palm down the length of his chest.
“Morning,” I replied, beaming at him. “I made you coffee and breakfast. If you weren’t awake, I was even going to bring it to you in bed.”
