Then both my hands were holding his head in place so I could fuck into his mouth at the pace I needed to get myself off.
“Fuck—mmn—so good, pretty boy. So good. Gonna—”
I tried to pull him off me so I could come on his face, but his hands were suddenly on my hips forcing my cock so deep that his nose touched my skin. I cried out as my cum shot down his throat.
He swallowed every drop, then pulled off to lick his lips, spit and cum making them shine in the low lighting.
I traced my thumb through it, pushing it into his mouth to suck, and he did so eagerly.
Then he pushed up until our lips almost touched and I met him there.
“I’m gonna go get changed.” His voice was so deep and sexy. “And then dessert?”
I laughed, and kissed him again.
thirty-one
Benny
CANDLE LIGHTS AND HARD CONVERSATIONS.
“Why can’t I come in yet?” Harper’s voice was muffled by the door between us.
“Just… two minutes,” I called back to him.
“But why? What are you doing in there?”
“Just… please.” I couldn’t tell him the real reason. I wanted it to be a surprise.
“Ugh. Hurry up.”
So impatient. I smiled.
Once I’d finished lighting all the candles, and made sure the rose petals were scattered evenly across the floor and bedding, I switched on the soft gold fairy lights draped back and forth over the top of my canopy bed.
I was still naked from the shower we’d just shared together. So was Harper, standing in the hallway in nothing but one of my towels.
I’d bought a blindfold, but I didn’t want to put it on just yet. I needed to see his reaction.
I knelt down beside the bed, exactly how I used to when we’d met at The Veil, and called out to say he could come in.
The door opened quickly, but as his eyes fell on all that waited for him, he gasped, impatience and annoyance fading from his pretty blue eyes as he took it all in.
I knew Harper had been joking when he mentioned the candles and rose petals the first time we had sex, but I hadn’t been.
“What is all this?” His voice was soft.
“Just what you deserve.”
His expression softened further as he turned to me again. He was careful as he approached me, trying not to step on the petals. Then he was in front of me, his perfect fingers running through my hair in a way that calmed me like nothing else ever had.
“You’reso much more than I deserve.”
I scowled at him. “Don’t talk poorly about the man I love.”
He smiled softly, then sank to his knees in front of me. We kissed slow and deep.
“Make love to me,” he whispered as he pressed his forehead against mine. I wanted nothing more.
