Kessian paused in kissing my neck to throw his head back and sigh as if I’d said something erotic. “Music to my ears.”
“I like rules. Structure.”
“Pussy’s a yes, anal’s a no.”
“Words like pussy are …?”
“Good. I like pussy. Cunt is best. Rolls off the tongue, has the same oomph as cock, right?” He arched against my hand as I slipped it into the waistband of his boxer briefs. It was gratifying to hear his voice catch. “Never got on with clit, though. That’s my cock, now.”
I slid two fingers between the wet lips of his cunt and stroked along until he shuddered and bucked into my hand. “Here?”
“Yes!” he gasped, murmuring directions into my ear. “Wait. Wet your fingers.”
I took my hand out to suck on them. He watched me, pupils blown wide. I stuck my slick fingers between his legs. He whimpered.
“Better?”
“Yes. That’s good— Wait, slow down a bit. Firmer. Try circular motions—fuck! Yeah. Like that.”
I was grateful for the direction, otherwise lost as to what I was doing, but far too turned on to feel anxious about it. Kessian moaned with his lips dragging hot breath against my neck, whichveryeffectively drowned out the voices in my head and informed me I was doing a good job.
“Still want to sit on my face?” I asked when he seemed warmed up.
He groaned lewdly into my shoulder. “Nope. No. Changed my mind.”
With effort, he pulled away, wiggling out of his trousers and boxer briefs, stripping his shirt off, and rifling through his bedside drawer. I only had a second to admire his figure before he turned, took my hand, and slapped a condom into it.
“I take it you don’t need instructions for this part,” he said as he got onto the bed on all fours.
Both my face and my cock heated to the surface temperature of the sun. Figuratively, not literally.
If not for the fact my clothes made me feel too hot all of a sudden, I wouldn’t have been able to resist unzipping, donning the condom, and jumping him right away. As things stood, I had to clumsily wrestle out of everything to ensure the sweaty, sensory nightmare of clothes didn’t impede my enjoyment of his body.
Which was a very, very nice body. The heart shape his arse made while bent over was marked at the top by two dimples on either side of his spine, like imprints for my thumbs. I grasped his hips and positioned myself at his entrance. He gave his hips a wiggle until his lips enfolded the head of my cock.
“Stop teasing,” he said.
I thrust in. The slap of my hips against him and the pleased cry he let out were both gratifyingly loud, but much as I wanted to hear him makethat noise again, I had to pause. I gripped his hips so he couldn’t move and I could get a hold of myself, bent over him like I was about to bow down in prayer.
The thought had never occurred to me that pussy would feel different from anal, and the sensation of Kessian wetly engulfing my cock made my mind go blank.
A rare accomplishment, given how prone I was to overthinking.
“You all right back there?”
“You feelreallygood.”
Kessian resisted the restraint of my hands, sidling his hips back, taking me deeper. I ground my teeth together to quell the spike of heat in my belly.
“I hear it feels even better when you move,” Kessian said. “Do you remember how?”
I let him goad me. I drew my hips back and slammed back in, driving him face-first into the mattress. The noise he made this time came out surprised and delighted, muffled by the bed covers. He looked so good like that, I had to pin him down by the shoulders and keep going.
We made the mattress creak. His long plait had slunk down his back and over his shoulder to pool in a coil on the covers. I could picture winding it around my fist and pulling. Making his back arch and his neck crane so I could see the look on his face while I made him cum.
Hell, I was really pent up, thinking like this.
It would be rude to do without asking first. “Do you like having your hair pulled?” I thrust in hard.
