We linger in the moment, merely inches apart.
“If I could kiss you right now, I would.”
I feel my resolve crumble.
“Oh but youcankiss me, gorgeous man.” Chess game resumed. “One little kiss. Come on.” The ache of self imposed denial is unbearable.
I release a slow controlled breath.
“Thirty four minutes to go,” I count. “But nice try.”
“Impressive,” teases Marco. “You want this cock inside you so bad. Don't ya?”
“More than ever,” I whimper.
My eyes close, head tilting back.
“Uh huh. You want me to make you cry out for more, just like you did in the kitchen when we got home from the beach.”
I nod slowly.
Heat radiates between us.
If butter could melt, it would sizzle.
My favourite lips are right there. I could just...
Balcony, balcony, balcony.
My mind loops on the word.
I want all of him.
I’ve never craved anyone more.
Inside my pocket, I run a thumb along the seam.
My throbbing dick has betrayed me.
The friction feels a little too good.
So I keep going.
Until Marco catches me in the act.
“I see that hand. Don't even think about it.”
“I just…”
“No shortcuts. Save that all for me.”
He stands closer than ever.
Breath hot against my neck, he whispers to me.
“I'll make it worth the wait.”
I repent, palms held flat in front of him.
