Page 70 of Emil

No one had pulled the blackout shades last night, and the bright morning light streamed in. The gloominess of yesterday was gone, and we woke up to bright, clear skies.

“Good morning to you,” I answered.

“Before another thing is said, I like waking up to you. And want to do it again tomorrow.”

“I’m not even up yet.” Silly Emil was something else.

“You never sleep this late,” Emil countered. “And I’m putting it on the table early. Tonight, you’re back in my bed.”

“I must’ve been tired. You ready for some coffee?” At his raised eyebrow, I added, “And I’ll be sleeping here tonight.”

“No on the coffee, yay on the other.” Emil leaned forward and kissed me softly.

My first instinct was to rear back because morning breath wasn’t great for anyone. Emil took that choice out of my hands when he lifted his hand to cradle my head and stop my retreat. His sleepy smile eased my tension, and the urge to be brave spurred me forward.

“My turn.” This time, I leaned forward and kissed Emil softly. His lips parted just a fraction, and my tongue darted out for the tiniest of swipes.

“Let me try.” When Emil moved closer, he fitted his lips to mine. It was sweet and gentle and left the decision to go deeper entirely up to me. I parted my lips and scooted closer.

That was enough teasing for both of us. Our mouths met again, but this time, they were open and wet, and there was no hesitation. I heard myself make embarrassing, needy noises, and Emil swallowed them all. Neither of us wanted to waste time breathing, so we kept tasting each other and hoped for the best.

When the burn in my lungs became too much, I pulled back, but Emil followed me. He pushed me back on the pillows and positioned himself half on top of me. One of his knees was wedged apart my legs, and I wished I felt his bare skin. Our fabric-covered cocks brushed against each other, and my gasp at the contact made him chuckle.

“You all right? You seem kinda surprised.”

“Nooo, just wish…”

“What?”

“I wish I could feel all of you.”

“Same. Fucking same,” Emil said with a chuckle.

He pushed himself up, straddled my hips, then swept his T-shirt off. When he was done, I got to see the wiry hair across his pecs that tapered down into his flannel sleep pants. In another three seconds, he’d managed to maneuver my shirt off too. My chest hair was sparse, and nothing on me was chiseled, but he looked at me like I was something to be devoured. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Still too many clothes, Emmie.” Rather than answer, he helped me shimmy out of my flannels and then did the same before climbing back on top of me.

His hands landed on my stomach, and he fanned his fingers out. They traveled up to my chest, and Emmie used his thumbs to brush against my nipples. My sharp gasp made him smile. He dipped down and took the tiny nub into his mouth. His tongue laved over it, and my body hummed in anticipation of where this was going. Emil moved to blanket my body, and his weight settled me.

“Sweet boy, you okay with this?” Emil was looking straight into my eyes. It was overwhelming, but avoiding the direct question wasn’t an option.

“Yeah.”

“You know we don’t have to do anything.”

“I know,” I rasped. “But I want to, so…” When his cock pressed against me, the firmness made me ache, and my brain could only process so much.

Emil dropped kisses along the column of my neck, and my nerve endings tingled at the rough scrape of his morning beard. When he moved farther down my body, I thought I’d go up in flames. When I tried to reciprocate, he pinned my hands down next to me on the bed.

“Nope. I’ve been imagining seeing you like this for weeks. Let me enjoy you.”

And then he did. Emil kissed, licked, sucked, and explored every inch of me. Everywhere his fingers and mouth wandered left me panting for more. He wasn’t rushed. Instead, he savored me like a favorite meal, and all I could manage was to lie back and enjoy. When I tried to reciprocate, I was told to let him have his fun.

It was so, so different from any other experience that it almost felt like my first time again. But, unsurprisingly, I eventually lost the ability to think much of anything because my brain was mush and my body was on fire. Each nibble on my collarbone, my hipbone, my upper thigh sent me closer to the edge.

My leaky cock left me shiny and sticky, but Emmie just took it to mean he should lick me clean, which only made me leak more. He seemed perfectly okay with the repeated cleanup. I begged, pleaded, and whined for him to take me into his mouth, but he just moved on and left me shaking with need.

“Sweet boy, you’re so fucking delicious,” Emmie murmured when he took another swipe across the top of my dick. When his tongue found that bundle of nerves, it sent me half off the bed. Again and again, he teased me until I was shattering into bits.