“There is no need for you to be sorry,” I told him. I tossed the towel on the counter and then picked my beloved back up. He made another cute squeak as I walked out of the bathroom with him in my arms.
“My legs feel better now,” he said.
“Yes, but I rather like having you in my arms. Give me this for now. You have just learned about me and what I am to you, but I’ve been without you for over a year.” Besides, if he were walking, he’d most likely either try to put on some sort of clothing or go to the other chair. I wanted him in my lap because I had plans for breakfast.
“It’s probably cold by now,” Abel said.
“Doubtful,” I told him as I sat down in the chair he’d been in earlier and moved him on my lap to where his legs were once again on the outside of mine. “It was delivered by Mazzi, and there is no way he would let the food go cold.”
“Oh,” Abel said quietly. He wiggled a little, and I grinned because my cock flexed at the friction it received from his actions. That was most likely why he wiggled to begin with. My cock was currently under his ass. The movement caused it to seat in his crease, which I quickly discovered was quite slick once again.
“Are you ready to eat?”
“Yes,” he said.
I reached for the fork and cut off a bite-sized piece of french toast and then forked a piece of strawberry. I brought it up, and when Abel tried to take the fork, I pulled it away.
“I can feed myself.”
“Yes, you can. But I have just claimed you and am feeling an overwhelming need to take care of you at the moment.”
Abel opened his mouth and accepted the bite of food. He moaned, and the noise went straight to my dick, which flexed again under him. He wiggled at the movement, which only seated me completely in his crease, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from chuckling. The head of my cock was now bumping against his balls, and it felt amazing. One day very soon, I would fuck between his legs, and when I found my own release, I would feed from my beloved, causing him to have a screaming orgasm. Not today, but very soon.
I forked him another bite and wondered if Abel would figure out that the more he wiggled, the more my cock was going to flex under him. When he did it again, I chuckled that time and decided to say something. “You do realize that your wiggling is the reason my cock is moving under you, do you not?”
Abel turned enough to look at me with wide eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
I leaned in and kissed his lips quickly. “Trust me, you are not hurting me. Making me ache, yes, but not causing pain. Are you uncomfortable?”
Abel lowered his head. “A little.”
“Would you like for me to go back to my chair?” Abel shook his head, but it was so subtle, I almost didn’t see it. “How about this?” I set the fork down and gently helped Abel up just enough so I could move my cock up to where it was between us. Only I discovered just how slick it was and couldn’t resist spreading the slick around on it. “I don’t know if my cock will ever go down,” I said. “It seems to just want to be buried in your amazing ass.”
I felt need through our bond and gently slid my fingers through his crack until I found that wrinkled flesh. “Grab the table,” I told him. Abel quickly grabbed the edge of the table, and I slid down enough that he could sit on the ends of my thighs. Islid a finger in, and when I immediately found that spongy spot, Abel moaned. “Do you want me to fill you with my cock while I feed you,mio angelo?” I asked.Abel made a noise that I couldn’t quite translate, but he was completely open to me through our bond, and I knew that he very much wanted that and so much more.
I pulled my finger free and wrapped my hand around my cock to push it down toward Abel’s hole. Once I had it in position, I gently pulled him backward with my free hand. “Slide back, and I’ll slip right inside,” I whispered. Abel moaned as he lifted his ass just enough to reposition and then lower himself onto my cock. I moaned with him and closed my eyes as hot, slick heat once more surrounded my cock. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
Abel groaned again, but it turned to a gasp when he sat up and leaned back against my chest, fully seating himself on my cock. “So full.”
I smiled. “Exactly how you should be,” I said as I slowly kissed his bare shoulder. “Do you want to ride me while I feed you?” I already knew the answer, but this was all new to my beloved, and his mind was racing with how to ask for what he desired.
“Yes, please,” he whispered.
“Good boy. Roll your hips slowly on my cock, and I’ll feed you while you ride me,” I told him.
Abel did as I’d said and started to slowly rock back and forth on my lap. It was probably one of the most erotic meals of my life, but it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. I picked up a piece of fruit and brought it to Abel’s mouth. I rubbed the pineapple across his lips, and when he opened them, I carefully slipped it into his mouth, pushing my finger with it. “Suck my finger like you sucked my cock earlier,mio angelo. Show me how you’re going to suck me later after our nap.”
Abel moaned and sucked on my finger, swirling his tongue around it like he had the head of my dick not long ago in the shower. I closed my eyes and moaned at the dual sensations of his body massaging my cock and his mouth sucking on my finger. I pulled it out and reached for another piece of fruit. By the time I fed Abel all of the fruit on the plate, he was whimpering with need.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him tightly to me, rotating my own hips against him, causing him to drop his head back onto my shoulder and moan. He turned his head to the side, exposing his neck, and although the temptation was there, I knew it was too soon to feed from him again just yet. That didn’t mean I couldn’t nibble though.
“You feel so good,” I whispered against his skin. Are you going to be a good boy and come for me again?” He squeaked, and I smiled. “Don’t you want to be a good mate and come for me?”
Abel moaned again. “I do,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I rotated my hips over and over, wondering how far I should push him just yet. We’d only just claimed one another, and we had forever ahead of us.
“Do you need more?”I asked through our bond because my lips were too busy tasting his skin. Abel moaned again.“Tell me what you need. Harder? Faster?”
