I put the bottle of lube to the side and, while carefully telegraphing my movements, slowly crawled up Andre’s body.
He welcomed me and settled his arms around my neck as I drew close. I smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi, back.” Again with the endearing and shy smile. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“With pleasure.” Leisurely, I pressed my lips to his. I nibbled on his lower lip until he opened for me. Then I slid my tongue into his mouth as If I had all the time in the world.
He shifted, and our cocks brushed.
Need overtook me—swift and hard. I’d missed this. For the year since Marty’s death and the year before during his illness, I’d ceased to be a sexual creature. Now, though, that part of me flared back to life. I’d always been sensual. Now, as I slid my cock against Andre’s, I remembered how good this felt.
He pulled back from the kiss. “I think I might just go over the edge.”
“Totally fine if you do. We’ve got all night and you’re a young guy. Refractory periods might be a thing for me, but not as much for you.”
His brow furrowed yet again.
“It takes me longer to get it back up after an orgasm.”
He grinned. “Yeah, okay. Well, I’ll just have to help you with that.”
I wasn’t certain he could—but I was totally willing to let him try.
He trailed his hand down my flank to my ass. “Please?” His eyes were liquid pools of dark brown in the waning light.
“Sure.” Again, with exquisite care, I eased myself down his body. I kissed, nipped, and licked a trail to his nipple. I sucked it into my mouth.
He gasped and moved his hands to grasp my hair.
I shifted so I could do the same with his other nipple.
He whimpered.
I grinned as I continued my exploration downward. He didn’t have much chest hair—which I assumed was genetics rather than agrooming choice. Well, I might’ve been wrong. Regardless, I liked the sparse look, and when I reached his navel, I swirled my tongue in it.
“Oh God, please don’t stop.” Said with a rasp in his voice.
“Never.” I hummed my approval even as I kept going. At his groin, as I settled between his thighs, I inhaled deeply. Nothing turned me on more than that scent so distinctly masculine. Something of a homing beacon for me. Something that drove me a little wild. I grasped his shaft and licked my way up from root to tip, licking the drop of precum off when I got to it.
He shuddered.
Then I swirled my tongue around his crown.
He groaned.
From there, I did what I’d done so many times before—I did everything in my power to bring pleasure to this precious man. His naïveté called to me, even as I drew him farther into my mouth. I sucked him even as he continued to writhe. I used my hands to hold his hips steady as I continued to bring him maximum enjoyment. This was just as much fun for me as I suspected it was for him.
“I’m coming, Zahir. I can’t—”
I redoubled my efforts, swallowing him down my throat as I continued to suck. I’d have to pull back in a moment—because inhaling oxygen was a thing—but I’d stick to this until I brought him to orgasm.
In the end, I didn’t have long to wait. He spurted cum into my mouth as he let out a ragged exhalation. “Holy fuck.”
Yes, holy fuck indeed. I continued to nurse him through his climax—attempting to prolong the pleasure as much as possible. This was his first time. I wanted it to be memorable. For me, this felt like the first time. With someone new after all these years. He smelled different. Felt different, Made different noises. He was familiar in that he’d beenwith me for a few days while being completely foreign because I hadn’t laid a finger on him in a sexual manner before now. Puppy play, for me, wasn’t about sex.
“Oh my God.” Andre’s words came out a little slurred.
I kissed the tip of his cock, then crawled back up his body. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Only belatedly acknowledging this might not be the turn-on for him that it was for me.
