Page 56 of Newly Tied

Quickly, I licked him from balls to head, grinning as he gasped, staring at him, watching his chest rise and fall in rapid succession.

“I wasn’t gentle with you,” he got out between rough breaths.

“No,” I replied with a leer, getting up off the floor, climbing over him, and staring down into his eyes. I licked my lips. “You taste good.”

Lifting his hand, he hooked it around the back of my neck. “You attacked me and I loved it. Del, baby, that was fuckin’ amazing.”

I chuckled, and I could hear how filthy it sounded.

“Oh, please kiss me,” he husked. “Kiss me now.”

Leaning close, hovering, I traced the tip of my tongue over his top lip.

“Come closer.”

“I want all of you,” I rumbled.

“You should see yourself with your eyes barely open and cum on your mouth,” he said, and I could hear the desire in his ragged voice. “You look like you want to eat me.”

I grinned slowly.

“I’m all yours.”

I kissed him deeply then, tasting him, rubbing my tongue over his, sucking it, mauling his mouth, grinding our lips together, sealed tight.

The kisses went on, the desire endless to have him, there, under me, writhing, the hunger building in him evidenced by his arms wrapping around my neck, holding me close, tight against him, not letting me go, kissing me back, his body stirring, needy all over again.

Turning his head, gulping air, he was panting as I gently bit his earlobe and said, “Let me go and roll over.”

His arms fell to his sides, and I lifted off him, watching as he moved like his body was weighted, heavy, before I crawled up the bed to the nightstand and retrieved the lube. It was thicker than I liked for myself, but for his first time, it was great.

“Come up here,” I ordered, and he moved on hands and knees, just as I had, until he reached me.

Shoving his face down into one of the many throw pillows on the bed, I moved behind him, lifted his ass in the air, parted his cheeks, and licked slowly over his hole.

There were loud, guttural words muffled by the soft burlap, and when I did it again, I felt a tremor run through his frame.

“I’m thinkin’ you like that.”

Muffled cursing then, before I pressed my tongue inside him. He didn’t know, had no idea; these weren’t the things we discussed as friends. But now, as lovers, he would learn that I loved rimming, the slow readying, the softening of clenched muscles, taking my time. And yes, I wanted to slick my cock and shove into his body, but this was the man I loved, whom I breathed for, and I would make sure he was ready. That was the only way it could be.

In and out, coating him in saliva, making circles with my tongue, using my hand now to stroke his swollen length, loving the satin feel of his skin in my palm.

“Del,” he growled. “Please, baby, I’m ready. Grease up the pole, and get that inside me.”

“What did you say? Grease up the what?” I snickered.

He whimpered. “Fuck me. I need—I’m so ready.” Hearing the cap of the lube open, he lifted to his hands and knees. “Del. Please.”

“I’m gonna go slow.” I coated two fingers and then gently, tenderly, pushed them inside him, stopping when they were buried to the first knuckle, waiting, not moving, wanting him to get used to the feeling.

When he tried to shove back, I didn’t let him, moving with him, not wanting to hurt him.

“Now, Del,” he demanded, his voice cracking and then hoarse. “I want you now.”

Taking him at his word, I quickly slathered my length, lifted on my knees, and lined up the head of my almost painfully hard cock with his hole. I slid a hand over his back as I pressed forward, feeling his muscles stretch and then clench around me even as the lube allowed for the slow, steady breach.

His breath was starting and stopping, and when I was fully seated, I put both hands on his hips and stilled, letting him adjust to having me buried in his ass.