I love it when he does the hip thing.
Hot breath against my neck.
Hunger below the belt.
“Now say it again,” he whispers.
“Cassiopeia.”
“Mmm. And again.”
“Cassiopeia,” I repeat.
His head tilts back, hip still grinding.
“Sweet fuckable man.”
“Orion,” I recite. “Andromeda.”
“Such a good little student.”
He peels my underwear down just enough to lick the edge.
“I found Ursa Major,” he announces. “Your Big Dipper.”
Tugging my cock free, he wraps an arm across my thighs so I can’t move.
Oh, I’m in for a ride.
That always heightens the intensity.
“Such a naughty professor,” I gasp.
Marco gives me those devil eyes, then swallows me whole.
I hear a muffled gag.
My dick hits the back of his throat.
“God, yes…”
Fucking magical.
My hands grip the sheets every time that tongue gets me good.
“Mmm... ohhh..."
I moan into the pillow.
When I reach orgasm at last, we collapse into each other.
Hearts pounding feverishly, our breath slows.
My beautiful man.
I draw a winged horse on his chest with my finger.
“Think I forgot Pegasus,” I tease.
