To combat this, I draped myself over top of him, pressing our bodies together, smearing the mess between us without a care.
“Doesn’t matter.” I kissed him sweetly, dragging it out for a moment, just enjoying the way his mouth felt against mine. The way his breath hitched when I kissed him. The confession cracked me open and crawled out of my mouth. “Sometimes the afterglow is my favorite part, but doing what I do, usually once they get the money shot, there’s a couple minutes of rest and then everyone is peeling away to do their own thing. It’s not…” The word I wanted evaded me, but Rex swooped in with a soft expression.
“Intimate.”
“Yeah.” I dragged my fingertip down Rex’s chest. I was half on top of him still, my semi-hard cock nestled against him. “Is this okay?” I asked, leaning in, kissing his throat.
Rex wound his arms around me, holding me close. He turned his head and captured my mouth with his. His hand cupped the back of my head, and we kissed like we had all the time in the universe to explore each other.
I wasn’t lying when I told Rex about how it was after a shoot. Sometimes, if I really clicked with a guy, we’d hang out after, but this felt different from that. Sure, those instances were nice when they did happen, but they didn’t feel the same as this did. It was like a cheap imitation to what I’d really been looking for.
This kind of closeness could only be achieved with someone I could trust. Someone I could be vulnerable with. Someone who saw past the persona to the real person underneath.
Rex had a way of kissing me that made me feel cherished and valued beyond the initial surge of lust. His body was pliant underneath me. Our bodies moved in unison, still seeking something. Not friction or release, but a closeness, like we wanted to crawl under each other’s skin.
We traded lazy kisses for ages until my mouth was tired and my lungs screamed for oxygen. I pulled away, but didn’t go anywhere. Not that Rex would let me. He’d turned into an octopus and had our legs tangled together. His arms were still wrapped around me, and I laid my head on his chest with a sigh. My cock was hard again, but coming didn’t feel all that important.
Rex rolled us onto our sides. My hand found a home pressed against his chest, and I found a home in his eyes. Meeting Rex had been a dream come true. No man had ever bought me flowers before. Or taken me to a community art exhibit. And maybe I just had shit taste in men, or maybe the bar was on the floor, but Rex never failed to exceed my expectations—and that included in the bedroom.
I’d had all kinds of sex before. Quick. Slow. Hard. Soft. Rough. Angry. You name it, I’d done it. But I hadn’t had sexthat meant something. I hadn’t been with a person who meant something to me.
To stop all these thoughts from spilling past my lips, I kissed him again, softly brushing my lips against his. He hummed and returned the kiss, taking the lead this time. It seemed maybe he had designs on continuing because he rolled me onto my back and suddenly I was pinned underneath him. Rex was taller and broader than me and my stomach swooped when his weight pressed down on me as our kiss grew more heated.
Rex’s kisses had a way of making time stop. They made the universe disappear. He was still only half-hard, but I didn’t even care about that. Anyone could have an orgasm. I could get myself off ten times a day if I felt the urge to do so, but this I couldn’t do. I couldn’t kiss myself or hold myself or pin myself to the bed. I couldn’t make my pulse race for reasons other than pure physical exertion.
He began kissing my throat, leaving long lines of featherlight kisses on my skin like he was drawing a map with his lips. He kissed the hollow of my throat and the slope of my clavicle. His hands skated over my skin, leaving trails of fire behind. My cock, previously hard but content to take a back seat, was now throbbing again, demanding attention. Rex seemed to be in no hurry to pay it any mind, however. He was too busy exploring my body.
His next conquest was my chest. I stretched my arms above my head, elongating my torso. This prompted him to take a detour to my armpit. His hands slid up my arms and he looked at me, a small smile curving his lips.
“You shave there too?”
“Mmhm. Even if I wasn’t in porn, I would. I hate having armpit hair.”
“I won’t lie. It’s kind of hot.”
His mouth descended upon mine, soft but with a renewed sense of urgency. His palms glided up my arms, then down again causing goosebumps to raise in the wake of his touch.
Rex couldn’t keep his mouth off of me, because one moment he was kissing me, and then his wickedly talented tongue was back at my chest, this time circling my nipple, teasing the tender bud until I started to writhe beneath him.
I felt him smile against my skin and then keep going. Rex seemed determined to taste every inch of me and to drive me wild while he did so. He kissed his way down to my stomach, and I laughed when he got too close to my belly button. Upon finding the ticklish spot by accident, Rex teased it again then shot me a mischievous grin before abandoning the sensitive spot in favor of kissing lower. And lower. And then suddenly his face was buried in my groin. He nestled himself between my legs and spread them apart, making room for himself.
Instinctively, I reached for him. Burying a hand in his hair, I gently raked my nails over his scalp. “You don’t have to.”
Rex huffed a laugh. “Oh, I think I do.” His gaze met mine briefly before dipping again, focusing on the task at hand. Which seemed to be spreading my legs wider and kissing the crease of my thigh where my leg met my body. It made me squirm, and I wanted to spread my legs impossibly wider, but I also wanted to clamp them shut at the same time. Rex seemed to sense this and he moved on, giving me a break from the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.
His next trick was to tease the base of my cock with his mouth. His tongue. His hot breath on my damp skin. Bit by bit. Kiss by kiss. Rex was taking me apart, and I couldn’t look away from my own destruction.
When Rex took me in his hand, he let out an appreciative sound and licked an agonizingly slow stripe up the underside of my cock. He laved the head with his tongue, swirling it aroundthe crown without taking it past his lips before sliding his open mouth down the side of my shaft again. He repeated this motion a few times, each time choosing a slightly different area on my cock to tease with his tongue.
I did my best to stay still and not thrash, but his efforts were starting to drive me crazy. My legs were restless, and it was all I could do to stop them from thrusting when he finally did take me in his mouth. My fingers tightened in his hair and he whimpered, so I released him, putting my hands at my sides.
Rex paused, until he located my hand and gently guided it back to his head. He pressed it to his skull in a silent order to keep it there and then he went back to work with gusto.
Seeing his mouth stretched around my cock was fucking obscene. But the real treat was the way he glanced up at me every so often. The look in his eyes was indecipherable. And maybe it was okay to have some secrets between us because there was no way I could tell Rex that this had been the best day of my life. That I wanted to never leave his house. That I wanted to tattoo myself on his skin and etch myself into his bones.
I lay back and closed my eyes and fell into the sensation of his mouth on my cock, his tongue flattening against the underside of the shaft as he took me deeper, but not quite all the way. He kept a hand wrapped around the base of my cock as he sucked.
If Rex was still worried about measuring up to the models I slept with, he had nothing to fear because being the center of his attention made me float. It was a heady feeling to have no cameras rolling. To not have someone sleeping with me because they were paid or because they wanted to say they’d fucked a porn star.
