Then he took me in his mouth.
I nearly came off the bed.
The sensation was overwhelming. Wet heat. Pressure. His tongue doing things that made coherent thought impossible.
"Oh God—Elio—I can't—"
He pulled off. "Breathe. Just feel it."
He went back down. Slower this time. Let me adjust to the sensation. Let me process.
I gripped the sheets. Tried not to thrust. Tried not to completely lose control.
Elio's hands held my hips still. Kept me in place while his mouth worked magic. He took his time. Learning what made me gasp. What made me moan. What made my whole body tense.
"I'm going to—" I couldn't finish the warning.
He just took me deeper.
I came with his name on my lips and stars behind my eyelids. Elio worked me through it. Gentled his touch as I came down. Pressed soft kisses to my hip before moving back up my body.
When I could focus again, he was lying beside me. Watching me with satisfaction.
"Your turn."
"Julian, you don't have to—"
"I want to. Teach me. Show me how to make you feel good."
Want flared in his eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Completely sure. Please, Elio. Let me."
He groaned. "You're going to kill me."
"Is that a yes?"
"That's a yes."
He stood and stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs. Then lay back on the bed. Completely bare. Completely vulnerable.
I took a moment to just look. To appreciate the lean muscle. The scars that told stories. The evidence of arousal that proved he wanted this as much as I did.
"You're staring," he said.
"You're beautiful. Let me look."
I moved between his legs. Positioned myself the way he'd positioned himself with me. Nervous but determined.
"Tell me what to do," I said.
"Start slow. Use your hand first. Learn what I like. What makes me respond."
I wrapped my hand around him. He groaned. I stroked slowly. Watched his face. Learned what made his breath catch. What made his jaw tighten.
"Good," he breathed. "That's good. Now—if you want—you can use your mouth."
I leaned down. Took him in my mouth carefully. Tried to mimic what he'd done to me.
