He gasped softly. "Don't leave a mark, please."
"I won't."
His body relaxed as I moved downward to his chest, tracing swirls around each nipple with the tip of my tongue. He squirmed a little as I tickled him. I enjoyed the feeling of having power over him.
I kissed a path down to his crown of pubic hair, but instead of going for his swollen cock, I eschewed the obvious and buried my face behind his balls, taking the route to his bottom instead.
Spreading his cheeks apart, I found he had a tight pink hole that puckered shyly. I flicked my tongue across it, which made his cock jump. A steady stream of pre-cum was already flowing from the tip. I ignored it.
Instead, I delved deeper into his tight hole, tasting the clean, natural smell of his body. He moaned in response, a little louder than his normal, strangled tone that was locked down and guarded. I probed on, wetting and relaxing those tight sphincter muscles until I'd worked the tip of my tongue inside.
I loved the taste of him. I would eat his hole every day if he wanted. He seemed to be enjoying it too. When I peeked up at him, he'd rested his head against a pillow and made himself comfortable in the bed, so I continued licking and slurping at his wanting hole.
With his muscles relaxed, I slid my middle finger inside his tight, hot body. I found the firm bubble of his prostate gland and pressed it like a button. Another thick strand of fluid drooled out of his cock. It became a little game. I'd press, he'd moan and drip some more. I increased my pace, pushing firmer and faster until I was fucking him with the pad of my finger.
"I can't take it anymore," he breathed out. "I need you inside me."
I grinned triumphantly.He, this mega movie star, was beggingmeto fuck him. I loved it. "Alright then." I gently pulled my finger out and reached for some K-Y jelly that was on the table by the bed.
He must have planted it there. I didn't recall there being any lubricant beside the bed during our first two encounters. It sure could have helped when he was fucking me raw.
I could have been vindictive and ignored the tube of K-Y. I could have fucked him with only a bit of spit and grit as lubricant, the way he'd fucked me.
But no. I wanted to make him feel good.Really good.So I lathered up my cock, making it glossy and smooth with a generous glob of jelly. Then I carefully pressed my cock head against his wet hole, feeling the tender kiss of its lips against my glans.
"You ready?" I asked him.
He nodded vigorously.
Of course he was. I just wanted to draw out the anticipation a little longer.
I eased myself into him, nice and slow. A completely opposite approach from the way he'd stabbed himself right into my screaming hole the night before. Not that I minded, but the mood was different. A wall had come down. Maybe for the first time in his life, he was allowing himself to submit fully to another man.
My cock slid inside him, inch by inch. He was very tight, like a vice clamping down around me, but I eased my way in. He was watching me with pensive eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked. Not exactly pillow talk, but I genuinely wanted to know.
"Just how good you feel inside me."
I smiled, savoring the soft, silky way his body fit me like a glove. "I like the way you feel too."
We reached the root of my shaft. My hard cock was buried like a bone and our bodies were connected as deep as I could go. That didn't stop me from thrusting my hips forward, trying to sink even deeper somehow. This magnetic energy was swarming between us and I wanted to feel as close as I could possibly get.
I leaned in and looked into his eyes. He seemed tentative, almost startled by the intimacy, but the creases softened at the edges of his eyelashes and suddenly it seemed like I was looking into his soul.
Our tongues danced, my upper lip taking gentle swipes against his mouth. The rough stubble of his face raked against my clean-shaven skin.
It appeared that he'd skipped shaving that day. He always presented himself as freshly groomed, but it seemed he wanted to be different with me. More real. I didn't mind.
His dark mop of hair was a bit of a mess too; still parted on the right side with a generous amount of Vitalis straining to hold it in place, but as he moved against the pillows, he began to take on a more tussled appearance.
I found myself wishing I could see that fresh-out-of-bed look on him every morning.
He took hold of my hands and laced his fingers between mine. I gave a firm squeeze while our kisses went deeper and our bodies rocked in harmony. Our breath was labored, our skin getting slick with sweat.
"I want us to come together," he murmured against my lips.
"Alright." I let go of one hand and reached between us to grip his hard, leaking cock. Using his own fluid as lubricant, I began working my palm up and down his shaft, giving an extra squeeze when I reached the sensitive flared head of his cock while I was pulsing in and out of him at the same time.
