He Took His Time
He took his precious time with me, his gaze roamed over my body, making my skin tingle down to my toes. He leaned down, bracing himself on one arm, and his mouth found mine. This kiss was different. It was slow, deep, and achingly tender. A statement that he was learning so fast.
His tongue explored my mouth with a languid curiosity that was more arousing than any frantic passion could ever be. This guy was surprising me.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along my jaw, down the column of my throat. His free hand, the one not caging me in, began its own journey. It started at my shoulder, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle there before skating down my chest. He dragged his thumb over my nipple, and I gave a sharp gasp. He did it again, slower this time, before dipping his head and replacing his thumb with his mouth.
“Ohhh, God!” I gasped.
The wet heat of his tongue circling my nipple was an exquisite torture. He sucked gently, and the sensation shot straight to my cock, which twitched impatiently against my stomach. I felt my hips lift off the mattress, a silent, desperation for more. He answered by moving to my other nipple, giving it the same devoted attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub so carefully it bordered on maddening.
His mouth continued its descent, a trail of fire down my abs. He kissed the defined lines of my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, and a ragged laugh escaped me, mixed with a groan. He was mapping my body, worshiping every inch, and I was completely, utterly at his mercy. I’d never been handled like this. I’d never been cherished like this in bed.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my briefs, the last barrier, and looked up at me. His eyes were dark pools of desire.
“You want me to suck this cock like you did mine?” He growled.
I nodded, my voice gone, my throat too tight with emotion to form words. He slowly, so slowly, peeled the cotton down my legs, freeing my aching erection. The cool air hitting my heated skin was a shock, but the heat of his gaze was hotter.
He tossed the briefs aside and knelt between my legs. His hands gripped my thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin on my inner legs. He just looked at me, at all of me, laid bare for him. The possessiveness I’d felt earlier was now mirrored in his expression, and it was the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever known.
“You’re so beautiful, Eli,” he said, his voice low and husky with awe. The sincerity in it shattered me.
He bent forward, and I expected his mouth, but he surprised me again. He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my thigh, just below my hip bone. Then another, a little higher. His stubble scratched deliciously against my skin. He was taking his time, building the anticipation until I thought I might actually had to beg. My fingers twisted in the sheets, my breathing coming in shallow pants.
Finally, his lips brushed the base of my cock. I cried out, a broken sound I barely recognized as my own. He nuzzled me, his face buried in my coarse pubic hair, inhaling deeply as if memorizing my scent. The intimacy of it was almost too much to bear.
He licked a long, slow stripe from root to tip, and my back bowed off the bed. His tongue. It was smoother, broader than mine, and his technique was unpracticed but so, so eager. It was perfect because it was his. He swirled it around the head, mimicking what I’d done to him earlier, and I nearly came apart right then. My hands flew to his hair, not to push or guide, just to hold on. To feel the silky strands between my fingers and know it was real.
“Crane… fuck…” I choked out, that feels so good.”
He hummed in response, the vibration traveling straight through my core, and then he took me into his mouth. Not all the way, not yet. He was cautious, testing the limits, learning the shape of me. His warmth enveloped me, a slick, perfect heat. He began to move, establishing a rhythm that was hesitant at first, then growing more confident with every upward glide of his lips.
I was lost. Completely adrift in a sea of passion. The sight of his dark head moving in my lap, the feel of his mouth on me, the sounds; the wet, soft sounds of his effort, it was overwhelming. He was giving himself over to this with a generosity I’d never encountered. He was doing this for me, to give me pleasure, and the selflessness. I was blown.
One of his hands came up to cradle my balls, his touch impossibly gentle, while the other stroked the length of me in time with his mouth. The dual sensation was incredible. My hips started to move of their own accord, a shallow, helpless rocking into his incredible mouth.
“Yes… just like that… God, Crane, baby, don’t stop…” I was babbling, praising him, my words slurred with pleasure. “You are doing so good.”
He took me deeper, relaxing his throat, and I felt the head of my cock hit the back of his mouth. A guttural moan ripped from my chest. His eyes were watering, but he looked up at me, and the look in them full of raw need and satisfaction was my undoing. I was so close, the tension coiling tight and hot in my gut.
He must have sensed it. He redoubled his efforts, his rhythm becoming more urgent, his suction more demanding. His fingers found that spot just behind my balls and pressed, and that was it. The world whited out.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” I tried to warn him, to pull back, but he held me firm, his mouth locked on me, his eyes holding mine.
The orgasm exploded through me, a seismic wave of pure, blinding ecstasy.
“Ahhh…Crane, ahhh!”
I shouted his name, my body convulsing as I emptied myself into the sweet, welcoming heat of his mouth. He took it all, swallowing every pulse, every shuddering thrust, never breaking contact until I was completely spent, collapsing back onto the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut, trembling from head to toe.
He crawled up my body, his own breathing ragged, and collapsed half on top of me. He nuzzled into my neck, pressing a soft, damp kiss to my skin. I could only give him a smile at that moment.
I was boneless, utterly wrecked. I ran a shaky hand through his hair when I found my voice. “Where… where did you learn to do that?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
He gave a low, breathy laugh against my shoulder. “I was paying very close attention to you. And I read so much online on Saturday night at home.”
“You did so good, baby. God, your mouth was fucking heavenly. I’d never felt like this with anyone.”