Easy.
Nicholas drags his hands along the side of my head, and it’s over. I pull him up into my arms and kiss him, burying my tongue in his mouth. Like last time, my desire seems to lead the way, and any awkwardness or insecurity burns off.
Nicholas is soft and first. Tender and giving when I kiss him. Then he kisses me back just as hard. His lips close over my mouth as he grinds against me, and Nicholas tugs me down to the couch.
We writhe, making out. Our feet tangle, our dicks rub through our clothes, and Nicholas lets out these pleased moans of pleasure.
Sexy as hell.
He tastes sweet, with a hint of beer. My hands roam up under his shirt, feeling his warm sides, and he whispers my name.
Like before, he drags his body against mine with purpose. Coaxing me and challenging me with his soft lips.
“Naked,” he says with a pant. “We should both be naked.”
I stand and pull him up with me. “Come. I want you in my bed for this.”
Nicholas pulls his shirt off. “Gladly.”
He goes ahead of me, swaying his hips. He passes the guest room at first, but that’s the room I’m using, so I pull him in.
Glad to have some guidance, I make sure to kiss him a lot, planting my lips on his. We explore each other as we stand beside the bed, and every time his dick brushes against mine, I shake with pleasure.
Nicholas goes to the bed first. He shimmies out of his underwear, totally naked.
His cock hangs there, half-hard. He’s a little smaller than me, with curly, light hairs, and a pink, spongy crown.
He gets harder as I look at him, and I can practically feel his heat rising. Instead of looking away or pretending I don’t care, I let my eyes drag over his body, exploring every inch of his cock with my gaze.
I pull my jeans open and yank my hard dick out. “Fucking hell. You are a beautiful man.”
A flush goes over his skin, and I like that the compliment pleases him. He rubs one foot against the other, his thighs tight, as he looks up at me.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says to me.
I kick my pants off and go to him. No one has ever called me that.
Gorgeous.
Nothing like it, either. Maybe he’s just being nice, but it twists something inside me, and all I can think about is satisfying him.
Kissing him again, like he’s mine.
We roll around the bed, wrestling a little while we make out, tossing power back and forth. Our erections bounce and hit eachother, jolting me with pleasure, a surprise against my hot skin. My dick leaks, and Nicholas pulls my hand to his mouth. He eyes me as he sucks two fingers in, swirling his tongue around them, warm and wet.
“Touch me,” he says. “Just the rim at first.”
He gets on his back, and I take up a position between his legs. Nicholas lifts his own leg, but I take it so he doesn’t have to. With my free hand, I go to his cheeks.
His ass is firm, but soft as I squeeze him, groping. Just feeling him like this drives me crazy, and I grind my teeth, pulsing with how hard I want to slide my dick inside Nicholas. My hand goes to his crease, and I shake with lust when I brush across his hole.
It’s so hot and tight, tempting between his firm cheeks. There are light hairs around the rim, soft when I stroke across them, and that ignites my curiosity.
Nicholas shudders with pleasure. “Have you ever experimented with anal before?” he asks, breathy.
“More than a few times.”
I push my fingers along his crease again, and when Nicholas shifts his hips and opens himself further to me, I ache with how much I want him.
