Throwing his leg over my hip, he plays with my hair. I close my eyes against the touch, luxuriating in the simple act of being touched for no other reason than being touched. It’s been so long. Eli’s touch is so tender, so gentle, as if he knows I’ve been without it for far too long. His fingers scratch at my hair, before soothing the skin, and then trailing softly along the back of my neck.
“Go on,” Eli urges softly.
“How do you feel about being dominated?”
“Love it.”
“Spanked?”
“A plus.”
“Choked?”
“If you’ve got experience with breath play, then sure.”
“Biting?”
Eli bites his lip. I feel him start to grow hard against me. “Yep.”
“Edging?” I ask, voice low and husky.
Eli shrugs. “I can take it or leave it but it really depends on the partner.”
I run my nose along his cheek and kiss his forehead. His fingers dig into my scalp for a moment before relaxing. I use this as my chance to kiss down to his neck, to his throat, then nip at his Adam’s apple. His leg tightens around my waist for a moment as he ruts against me.
“Primal play?” I ask, my voice a low growl. I shiver helplessly when his cock leaves a trail of pre-cum on the skin of my stomach.
“Fuck,” Eli whispers hoarsely just before pressing his mouth roughly against mine.
I gently roll him onto his back, kissing him deep and slow. Licking into his mouth, tasting him, it’s easily one of the top-five kisses of my entire life. Eli lets out these little moans as we kiss that I fervently wish I could record and play back later when I need them most. I pull away to lean on my forearms, hovering above him. Despite the darkness of the room, I can easily see the visible flush high on his cheeks. Desire shimmers in his hooded eyes.
Rolling my hips against him, I slide our cocks together until he’s shivering beneath me. It’s a little dry without lube, so I hold my hand in front of him, and without even needing to ask, he licks a wet stripe up my palm. Quickly, I take both of our cocks in hand and start rutting. It only takes a moment before he’s coming, legs tight around my waist, and I use his cum like I did in the shower to finish myself off.
I’m not letting him lie around covered in my cum again. I grab some tissues and wipe us both down. He laughs in the dark, a breathy little laugh, and softly kisses the corner of my mouth in thanks.
“I’ve never been chased and fucked before but I’d say that was an enthusiastic yes to trying that one out,” he says sweetly, still a little out of breath.
I kiss him once more with my own smile. After a few sweet, orgasm-soft kisses, I tug him out of the bed to shower together. Under the rainfall shower, I tenderly wash him, skimming my fingers over the soft skin of his abdomen. His stomach contracts under my fingers and he hisses at my touch. I kiss him again because I can, because I want to, because his kisses are rapidlybecoming one of my favorite pastimes. We kiss so long that the water runs cold, something that’s never happened here before. I try to not dwell on that too much as we start our day.
4
ELI
Colby makes me breakfast again but this time we don’t eat it in bed. The sky changes from a dark blue to light blues and purples as I sit at the large kitchen island. Every single molecule in my body is relaxed, despite my mind constantly telling me I should be on guard. Colby slides a plate of over-hard eggs towards me, with a bagel, and some cut-up fruit because he’s actually an angel.
I wrinkle my nose in distaste at the fruit though. “Thank you.”
He laughs at me, a dimple popping out under his beard. “Got a problem with blueberries?”
I get to work slathering butter on the bagel, pile the egg on, and grab the hot sauce he sets in front of me. Good to go. After I take a bite, moaning through it of course, I look back at him to find him staring at me with mild concern.
“Oh sorry. Yeah, I don’t like any kind of berry …”
He has the gall to look disgruntled. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I don’t like berries,” I repeat carefully.
“What do you mean you don’t like berries?” he asks, voice contrite and mildly angry. I love getting this reaction from people.
