Nick emerged from the bathroom a minute later, his breath minty fresh as he leaned in to kiss me. “Don’t make me wait too much longer,” he whispered against my lips, his voice low and sultry.
Smiling, I gave him a gentle push toward the bed. “I won’t.” I said.
I stayed as he climbed into bed. Watching his muscles flex and move, I realized how stunning he was in a way not visible when he had clothes on. He was a marble statue from antiquity come to life.
He motioned for me to go, and I took the hint. I’d get to see more the sooner I finished.
Going through my nightly routine, I resisted the urge to rush. A few seconds wouldn’t change anything, other than give me extra time to compose myself. I imagined Michelangelo using Nick as a model for a statue, but decided I didn’t want to share him with the world. Not yet at least.
Flicking off the bathroom light, Nick was lying on his back when I entered the bedroom. His arms were behind his head and he watched me with a hungry gaze.
Climbing onto the bed, I straddled his hips. I leaned down to capture his mouth in a deep kiss and Nick moaned into my mouth. Nick’s lips were soft and yielding, his breath hitching as our tongues met. His hands roamed over my back, fingers tracing the muscles beneath my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his arousal pressing against mine, the thin fabric of our boxers the only barrier between us.
Breaking away from his lips, I trailed kisses down his jaw and neck, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin. My hands explored his body, running lightly over his smooth skin. Nick’s fingers tangled in my hair, as he writhed under me. I kissed his collarbone, his chest, my tongue circling his nipples, making him gasp and arch into my touch.
“Henry...” he whispered, his voice a husky plea.
I smiled, kissing my way lower. When I reached the waistband of his boxers, I looked up at him, a silent request for permission. He nodded, biting his lower lip in anticipation.I hooked my fingers into the fabric and pulled, freeing his erection. He was gorgeous, hard and ready for me. Tossing the last bit of clothing aside, I leaned down and took him into my mouth.
Nick’s hips bucked, a low moan escaping his lips. “Oh, God, Henry...”
I took him deep, my tongue swirling around his length. His fingers tightened in my hair, his body tensing as I brought him closer to the edge. I pulled away before he was too far gone and grinned up at his frustrated groan.
“You’re evil,” he said, but there was no heat in his words.
“You love it.” I tried to suck him some more, but he hauled me up until I was beside him.
“It’s my turn,” he said, shifting his body so he was on top of me.
Nick licked and kissed his way down. He spent extra time teasing my nipples. When he nipped at the nub, I bucked so hard I nearly tossed him off of me.
“Found a spot,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He repeated the move on the other nipple, I flopped my head against the pillow and slapped the bed. “Now who’s evil?”
Ignoring the question, Nick moved lower and bit the waist of my boxer briefs. He ran his lips over the outline of my cock, before quickly removing the fabric separating him from his prize. His eyes locked onto my erection, and his tongue inched out to taste me. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured a moment before taking me into his mouth.
I groaned, the sensation of his warm, wet mouth enveloping me was almost too much. His skilled tongue teased my sensitive head and swirled around my shaft. I could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling in my gut. I didn’t want to finish just yet.
Gently, I guided him up, and kissed him deeply. I turned my body until I was under him, his cock hovering just above my mouth. Nick quickly understood my intention and positioned himself so his knees rested on either side of my head. He licked my cock like it was an ice cream cone.
“I love this position,” he said just before plunging down to swallow most of my length.
“Me too.” I said, gripping his hips to keep him in place.
I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his shaft, my tongue swirling around his tip. He mirrored my actions, his warm mouth enveloping me. He applied exquisite pressure on my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. We moved in sync, our mouths and hands exploring each other, our moans echoing in the quiet room.
He took me deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate my length. I felt the back of his throat, hot and tight, and I groaned, the vibration resonating through his cock in my mouth. Encouraged, I did the same, taking him deeper until I had my nose buried in his sac. I wrapped my arms around his body and kept him tight against my face. We held each other there, our bodies trembling with the effort and the pleasure.
Nick’s body tensed, his breaths coming faster through his nose. I redoubled my efforts, ready to push him over the edge. He must’ve sensed what I was doing, as he did the same to me. His mouth and hand moving in tandem, driving me closer and closer to my own climax.
With my cock buried in Nick’s throat, a loud groan was my only warning. I pulled back, keeping his head in my mouth as his body convulsed. The first volley hit the back of my tongue. I kept him steady as he continued to shoot. When he finished, I swallowed, the taste of him salty and sweet.
The sensation of him coming undone, combined with his ministrations was enough to push me over the edge. I moanedto warn him and he moved his head up just before my body shuddered and my cock throbbed in his mouth.
I kept him inside my mouth and clung to his body as I had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. He kept steady until my body stopped twitching.
Nick swallowed my load, his moan vibrating through me.
