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He stares at them but doesn’t touch. When he turns around, he says, “I like your place. It’s very you.”
“How so?”
“It’s friendly.” He returns to me. “It’s inviting, as if it’s got a little dimple, right there,” he says, touching the corner of my mouth. Then he puts his lips on my ear. “Want to hear my plans?”
Hell yes. “Ever since you mentioned them,” I say.
Nate runs a finger down my arm. “There’s something I haven’t done in a long time. Like, three years.”
Maybe he’s going to ask me to top him.
Would I? I think I would. I’d just want some tips. I’d want to hear how he likes it.
But when he whispers his plans in my ear, I strip naked faster than he tears down a football field.
The sounds of the city float in with the fall breeze. But I’m warm with anticipation as I emerge from the shower and dry off, wrapping a towel around my waist.
Nate waits for me on my futon, shoes off, clothes on, reading on his phone. When he sees me, he stretches his arm to the coffee table to set down his mobile.
He lets out a low whistle then a sexy rumble. “You look good enough to eat.”
“That’s the goal,” I say, buzzing with excitement.
“Sure is.” He beckons me with one finger. I close the distance between us and stand in front of him, nerves and desire firing in me all at once. This is uncharted terrain. This is a new level of intimacy.
He curls his hands around my hips, stares up at me with passion in his eyes. “You want this?”
“I do,” I say.
“Then do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“Tell me what you like as I go, okay?”
How is this my life? This experienced, gorgeous man asking me to teach him how to rim me?
“Yeah. Sure,” I say, strung out on anticipation. I’ve only watched tons of videos like this. Only gotten off to it countless times. Only pictured Nate every time lately.
He rises, moving behind me, his lips traveling over my bare shoulder.
My heart jumps. His hand darts over to my abs, and he traces my stomach with his rough fingertips. I try to catch my breath but reining in my racing pulse is futile when Nate cups my jaw and turns my face toward him.
My American lover captures my lips and kisses me, slow and tender. Then, he slides the tip of his tongue inside, opening my mouth like a tease.
My head goes hazy, and I feel dizzy. Especially when he breaks the kiss, then tugs at my towel, letting it fall onto the floor. His eyes take a filthy tour of my body, and he shakes his head in admiration.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, then he sheds his clothes in seconds.
He’s right back on me, coming at me from behind, his hard cock pressing against my ass. “I researched how to give a great rim job yesterday,” he confesses.
That’s a new level of hot. Like, surface-of-the-sun level. “What did you learn?” I ask, then I shake my head. “Wait. Just show me.”
“Lie on your stomach,” he tells me, confident, assured.
I comply, settling onto my bed. I crane my neck, watching him as he settles behind me on the futon, runs his hands reverently over my legs.
He kisses the back of my thighs, then my cheeks, then the base of my spine, making me sigh and moan. Then he travels lower, groaning as he presses a hot kiss to the top of my ass. I’m breathing out hard as he licks a path down, flicking the tip of his tongue against me.
I practically jump out of my skin. “Fuck me,” I grunt, already wildly turned on.
“Good?” he asks.
“Really good,” I say as he squeezes my cheeks, licking a delicious, tantalizing circle. A dark, forbidden pleasure whips through my body.
I want to close my eyes and sink into the overwhelming sensations, but I also want to stare at this man as he worships my ass with his tongue.
His eyes are closed and his expression enrapt. I feel out of this world as he presses a hot, hungry kiss to me, then lets out a loud groan. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, sounding lost in a haze.
I slide deeper into the wicked sensations curling through my body and the intensity of the pleasure scrambling my brain.
But he wanted me to tell him what I liked. The answer? Everything. “Don’t change a thing. I fucking love this.”
With a growl, he rubs his beard against me. I like that more.
I surrender to every single delicious second of his tongue lavishing attention on me. My dick twitches. Drops of liquid arousal form at the tip.
I slide my hand down my body to squeeze my dick. “Feel me,” I tell him.
He snakes a hand between my thighs, angling me up so he can slide his fist down my cock, rubbing his thumb over the crown.
