One: that barely counted as a blowjob.
Two: I trust that he’s teetering on the edge like he says he is, which means his impending orgasm is more about the fact that it’smedoing this to him and less about what I’m actually doing.
Andfuckif that doesn’t make me want to sink into him.
When I sit up, he pulls me to him for a kiss, and his handinstinctively flies to my dick. I love how he didn’t hesitate this time. There was no question about whether I was okay or if his touching me was too much right now.
I am, it’s not, and he’s demonstrating his trust in me.
Splayed out on the bed, Talon’s hair is a mess. It’s as though he’s been running his hands through it. I nip his lip before moving to his neck, then trail kisses over his pecs, and savor every ridge of his abdomen. Lower and lower I move until I’m flat on my stomach.
I’ve completely lost track of whether I’m giving or taking. All I know is thatthisis what I want: Talon all around me. I want to taste and explore every inch of him. Claim him in a way he’s never been claimed, and make him so delirious with need, the stretch doesn’t burn at all.
It takes me a few minutes to get the angle right, but finally, I push his knees into his chest and lick my way from his hole to his balls.
This is completely new to me as both a giveranda receiver. It’s far too intimate an act to have been performedbefore, and I relish the feel of doing this together, him and me.
“Ohmyfuckinggod, Zeke,” Talon whines as I eat my fill, moving even lower. “I didn’t know…ah, shit…” he trails off, getting lost in the sensation of my mouth invading such a personal place on his body.
“So fucking good,” I tell him quickly before diving back in for more.
I’m sure not every ass-eating experience is as good as this one, but Talon is clean, fresh, and so unexpectedly delicious that I could do this for hours.
“I need to come, Zeke.Please, my fucking dick aches.”
“Then come,” I tell him, not wanting to stop.
“Want you inside me,” he moans, his hips beginning to roll as he fucks the air, searching for friction.
Don’t have to tell me twice.
Grabbing the bottle of lube next to us on the bed, I pop the cap open, swirl a lubed finger over the same spot my mouth had just been, and slowly penetrate him with it. He’s so keyed up, I’m careful to avoid pressing forward on his prostate as I fuck him with my finger.
“More.Please.I’m ready,” he begs.
I advance quickly through two fingers, then three, more for my peace of mind than his, and before I know it, I’m lining my cock up to his needy entrance.
I’m glad Talon’s on his back because I need to read every expression that crosses his face. I want to see every wince, hear every breath.
“Are you sure?” I ask, too turned on to be nervous, but still concerned about doing a good job.
“God,yes,” Talon moans, holding his left leg up so I can use my right hand to guide myself in.
“Okay, take a deep breath,” I instruct. “As I push in, I want you to exhale and relax as much as you can.”
“You won’t hurt me, baby. I want this. I’m so fucking ready for you,” he reassures me again.
Based on the deep, angry color of his cockhead, I’d say he’s been ready for a while.
His body doesn’t fight me at all.
I slip right in, and althoughhedoesn’t seem surprised,I’mbaffled. I’ve only ever known pain and struggle with this part. It hadn’t even occurred to me that this could be so natural and easy.
“Ah, fuck yes.That’s what I’ve wanted. Holy shit, that feels so fucking good, Zeke. So fuckingfull.”
I’m so completely caught up in his rapture, his expressions of pure ecstasy as I make my way deeper inside his body, that I barely notice the euphoria surrounding my own cock.
The heat…thepressure.
