He carries me to the couch, all the while kissing me softly, and pushes me down. He climbs over me, his mouth claiming mine with fervour. I let him take control. His lips are rough against my neck as he kisses and licks my collarbone, my throat.
He pulls at my T-shirt. I pull it off and throw it away. I make him take his off, too. I move my hand over the carved muscles of his abdomen, his pecs, his chest, his sharp collarbone, his neck.
He pulls up to look at me while I move my hand over his biceps, his forearms. His eyes are narrowed, glazed like a restrained animal. I repeat my path. When I’m at his chest, he takes both my wrists and moves them over my head, trapping them with his hand.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers over my skin. I shiver.
Thenhe’s licking down my chest. He sucks on my nipple, and I arch off the couch. I didn't know I was that sensitive. He takes the other nipple in his mouth and bites it teasingly. I groan out loud. My body feels like it’s in a warm bubble floating in the air.
He smiles at me. My stomach flutters looking at those dark whiskey eyes. I lift my head up, wanting to kiss him again. He lets me. He kisses me softly, his tongue moving leisurely against mine.
I’m fully hard now. I can feel his dick through his jeans. Let me tell you, the guy is proportional everywhere. He grinds against me slowly. My head falls back, my mouth falling open with a sigh.
“So beautiful,” he repeats, his eyes trained on my face.
Then his hands are pulling down my trousers. With my newfound freedom, I pull his head down, my hand combing over his hair. I kiss him again urgently. This time it's all teeth.
I help him remove my trousers.
Then he has his hand on my dick. My mouth goes slack.
He teases me with slow touches, like he’s memorizing its shape.
He leans on one elbow, his face intent on my cock. He slowly moves his thumb over the head, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He watches as a drop of pre-cum smears over it. He uses his thumb to spread it around.
If I could get harder, I would have. “Do something,” I demand.
“Impatient, baby?” He shakes his head. But he pushes my underwear out of the way. He kisses down my body until his head is right above my cock.
He licks it like a popsicle while I stare at him in amazement.When he finally takes me in his mouth, my body lurches. I lean back on my elbows, watching him expertly suck my dick. He takes me to the back of his throat like a pro. “Fuck. Yes, that's good,”
It’s weird to explain, but I’m having an out-of-body experience watching his beautiful mouth take me apart while my body experiences the most intense sensations. I lose the power of speech, or at least speech that makes sense, as his mouth covers me.
I’m aware I’m blabbering something, but it all comes out as a disjointed mess.
Then he moves my thighs over his shoulders, exposing my hole. He continues to torture me slowly with his expert mouth, his soft lips stretched over my dick, looking like the picture of sin.
I move my hand over his hair, trying to encourage him to increase his speed, but he holds my wrist and pins it against the couch. Once I’m left a huffing, sweaty mess, he pulls away and kisses the head sweetly.
He moves down, teasing my balls, and he frees my hand to pull my legs up higher. Then he licks a stripe down my hole, and I almost black out from the sensation of his rough tongue against my skin.
“Oh fuuuck,” I groan. He rolls his tongue against my hole again and takes my dick in his hand. “Fuck, yes, love that. Love your mouth.”
He doesn't heed my nonsense and continues licking me. When I’m all pliant, he shoves his tongue up my hole.
I arch off the couch. It's difficult to focus on anything other than the sensation of his hands moving over me. Fast. Hard. Insistent. And his tongue fucking me.
I feel his finger slip beside his tongue, brushing against my ring. He pushes, and it enters easily. He slowly pulls it out and pushes it back in. A tingle rises from my ass up to my spine. One finger turns into two, while all I can do is whimper.
He takes my dick inside his mouth again, his fingers moving with expert precision. He curls his fingers, and my body jolts in shock. He does it again and again until I’m shivering and shouting out his name.
“Fuck, you're good at that,” I pat his head, appreciating a job well done.
He laughs. “If you’re still talking, my skills clearly need work,” he says, and he swallows my dick again, hard and fast.
My soul leaves my body. Every nerve ending lights on fire as his fingers rub against my prostate. I feel a tingle in my spine.
As if he knows what’s coming, he slams his mouth on my dick, taking me to the back of his throat, and I’m done for.
