It’s just pretend.
He lifted one of my legs, kissing the bone of my ankle before his lips trailed up my calf, my knee, my thigh—simultaneously too much and not enough—then the other.
Then he was between them, looking to me for approval. I gave it, his next kiss delivered to the tip of my leaking cock. Then down my length.
“Suck me,” I demanded, because my dick was clearly impatient. And so was I. Eager to experience another first with him.
He chuckled, then obeyed.
I’d thought the feeling of his cock rutting against mine was good, but it had nothing on the feeling of his mouth—hot and wet, unlike anything I’d felt before—and I made an entirely undignified sound in response to it.
He took it as encouragement, sucking me deeper, until his nose pressed against the trimmed hair at the base of my dick.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped. My fingers tugged at his hair, unsure if they wanted to keep him there or pull him away. “Benny,fuck!”
He hummed around me, and I made another sound I’d never made before. His head bobbed, and air escaped my lungs tonight for an entirely different reason.
Warm brown eyes met mine, and I wanted this sight permanently engraved into my memory, so I could hold onto it long after I’d had to let him go.
Even this he took slowly. And even though my body screamed at me to hurry him along again, this had really been what I needed. It wasn’t the sexual aspect, it wasthis. Being touched like I was precious, worth savoring. Like every moment was its own reward.
I could pretend that I was loved.
His fingertips traced patterns over my sides as he continued, the touch delicate but grounding. Mine gently scratched over his scalp.
Minutes passed. Or was it hours?
I wasn’t sure how long it had been. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore, beyond how it felt to have his mouth on me. His hands. His eyes.
Nothing else mattered.
When the heat inside me built to be too much and I had trouble keeping still, he’d pull off, trailing soft kisses along my thighs until I was ready for him to continue. He’d made himself comfortable, lying on his stomach with my legs over his shoulders.
Every time he pulled off now, though, I made louder sounds of protest, until what came out was more of a sob than a moan.
His lips caressed my inner thigh. “You ready to come now, baby?”
Baby.
I nodded, feeling my eyes sting and my cheeks dampen with more than just sweat.
Benny took me back into his mouth. Moving faster. Sucking harder. That edge I’d been existing on approached again rapidly, and this time he didn’t stop me from tipping over it. His hands gripped my hips as his nose met curls, keeping me as deep in his throat as possible. I sobbed. My cock pulsed bittersweet pleasure, greedily swallowed.
Then he was moving up my body. His lips met my cheek and came away wet. Repeated on the other side.
“These are the only tears you should shed,” he whispered. Lips placed a kiss on my sweat-drenched forehead. “Tears of pleasure.”
More of them rose to the surface and spilled over. So he would have to kiss those too. So his lips would remain on me for longer. I didn’t mind crying if it meant his lips would console me like this.
Then his head pressed against mine. Our noses brushed. Our lips almost touched. Not quite. Sharing air rather than kisses. Equally intimate.
I’d always feared being beneath someone like this would make me feel smaller. Insecure. Inadequate. But I was larger than I’d ever been. I could take up space.Here, and withhim. Only with him.
When he’d given me enough of his air that I could breathe again, I took his lips. I let them express what I wouldn’t dare say out loud. He kissed me like he understood. Like he felt it too.
Then my hand reached between us to find his dick, hard and aching for me. His breaths were laced with his pleasure, and I inhaled them as if I could absorb it and keep it with me.
Benny rolled his hips, thrusting into my fist. Not hard and fast like he had previously, but deep and passionate, like he wasn’t fucking me but making love.
