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I pulled Simon’s briefs down to mid-thigh as he had done to me, stroking my hands up his inner leg until I got to the smooth junction of leg and hip, and the hard line of tendon, sharp and taut. The contrast of the silky skin and the rigid line captivated me as I urged him up and found my mouth exactly where I wanted it to be on his body: dancing along that line, silky skin to my right, the tight knot of his balls to my left. It was a buffet of delights set out before me and I barely knew where to start.
Simon’s body thrilled me with his hard lines and sharp ridges, its silky and coarse textures. The contrasts, the juxtaposition; I’d never explored another person’s body in such detail, never been granted such unfettered access nor had such a sensuous lover. Nor had I ever felt this kind of freedom to let myself be open, to experience my body in this way.
I lost myself in running my tongue over him: his inner thigh, the ridge of tendon, the skin that stretched over his balls. I savored the muskiness between his legs, ran the flat of my tongue along his perineum, and reveled in his hissed and broken breath, his moans. I nosed my way along the underside of his cock, teased at the veins, felt the throb of his desire. When he shifted to bring my lips in contact with his tip, I welcomed him, my mouth opening to take him into my warmth.
Simon hummed as he sank into my mouth. It was the sound I had made as I savored the dishes he had prepared for me, but knowing I was giving him that much pleasure nearly undid me. I wanted more of him and tried to take him deeper, tried to swallow him to the back of my throat as he had done to me, but I gagged. Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes as I coughed, and I whimpered as Simon withdrew from my mouth, sitting back with his weight on his own thighs.
Looking down at me, he cupped my cheek with his hand and wiped the moisture from my eyes and mouth.
“Becks,” he said gently, “don’t try to do all the work here. Let me take care of you too.”
I nodded and gulped in air to fill my lungs.
“Relax,” Simon said and rose up on his knees. He rocked forward, one hand reaching for the headboard to brace himself, the other guiding his cock toward my mouth.
His movement made his cock wave in front of my face, a delicious metronome that came closer as Simon brought himself to my lips once again. I parted them, but instead of moving between them, he outlined them with the tip of his cock leaving a trail of precum that I eagerly tasted. I was rewarded with a burst of flavor, acrid and slightly sour, but with an aftertaste of salt, and I greedily opened my mouth for more.
Obliging me, Simon inched himself forward, and I sighed as the silky skin of his crown breached my lips. I flicked my tongue against his slit, gathering as much precum as I could and closed my eyes to swallow. I loved the feel of the thick liquid as it coated my tongue, and it made me wish I could bring him to climax with my mouth, but I wanted his cock inside me more. Now that I could feel it in my mouth, feel how good it was to take a part of Simon into my body, I couldn’t wait to feel him in my ass and shivered in anticipation.
Simon groaned softly, then praised me as I took more of him, and began thrusting slowly into my mouth. He leaned forward against his braced arm, his hips undulating as he changed position to get deeper into my mouth, but he was careful not to go too deep or too fast.
The thickness of his cock spread my lips wide, and I swirled my tongue over his rigid length. I was desperate to get him deeper, but Simon was intent on torturing me with the slow rhythm of his thrusts and withdrawal. Closing my lips around him, I sucked and teased him my tongue, my hands finding his ass and holding him in place as I relaxed my jaw and worked him further into my mouth.
“God, Becks,” he sighed, my name like a prayer on his breath. “You feel so good.”
I hummed, the vibration making Simon moan. His movements sped up, and I felt the head of his cock nudge the back of my throat. I closed my eyes, intent on the sensation of having him like this, and swallowed around him.
My reward was a deep groan that came from deep within his chest and a spurt of precum. I felt the heat of it, but it was too far from my tongue to taste.
“Again,” Simon breathed out, so I swallowed around him once more, and then again. Each time, I earned another groan that connected directly to my cock and balls and turned to fire in my body.
“Fuck.” Simon withdrew from my mouth with a curse and grabbed the base of his cock. He panted as he held himself, his eyes squeezed tight. When he opened them, they seemed bottomless.
He rolled off and stretched out next to me, pulling my body on top of his so we could kiss. Spreading his legs, I slid between them, our cocks nestled next to each other, the friction as we ground against each other sublime, but not enough to get ourselves off. I hoped.
“I’ve got condoms,” I said as we broke the kiss to take a breath, suddenly grateful for my aversion to going bare. While I loved to be fucked, I did not like the feel of cum in my ass at all, and so I had condoms along with lube stashed in a drawer next to the bed.
“Am I fucking you or are you fucking me?” Simon asked. “I’m vers, either is fine with me, though if I have a choice…”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said quickly.
The smile that spread across his face was beautiful. “Perfect,” he said. He kissed me, then asked where the supplies were, and I told him.
He flipped us, then rolled away from me but was back so quickly, I didn’t have time to mourn the loss of his body against mine. Settling on top of me, he rolled his hips against mine, and I groaned at the feel of our cocks coming into contact.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Simon said. “Let’s see if we can get you so desperate for me again that you’re begging for it.”
I grinned. “Go for it.”
Simon reached for the lube, popped it open, and poured a generous amount into his hand. Anticipating that he was going to prep me, I spread my legs. Instead of reaching between them, Simon took hold of both our cocks and cupped them between his lubed hands. He began to stroke, and I groaned, thrusting my hips up into the delicious friction. My cock slid alongside his, his interlocked fingers creating a tight hole that I tunneled into with delight.
“Feels…so…good,” Simon said, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips, and I cursed under my breath at the intensity of it.
My body was cresting faster than I wanted it to, every particle of my being focused on one goal, and I began to beg for Simon to fuck me.
“Now. Please. God. Simon, please!”
With a curse, he pulled away, grabbed the condom, and unrolled it along his length, squirted more lube into his hand and coated himself up. And, then he was back. I pulled my legs to my chest, gripped my thighs to let him see where I wanted him to be. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him to bury himself within me. No prep, no easing himself inside. I wanted it quick and hard, and as he teased a finger along my rim, I chased it, bore down on it.
