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That was not a problem with Isaiah.
While I’d been prepping myself before he’d arrived, I’d imagined us fucking in my bedroom. Then I’d decided we wouldn’t make it that far. The hallway, then. Or the couch? Maybe the kitchen island?
A half-dressed Isaiah plowing me against the wall in my foyer until I came so hard my head was still light fifteen minutes later? Didn’t seethatcoming.
Now we were in my shower, making out lazily in between getting cleaned up. I had no doubt we’d both get turned on again before too much longer, but right now, this was perfect. Just kissing and touching without trying to get each other off.
I loved the way his body felt against mine. He was broader than I was, and taller, and having those strong arms wrapped around me was the best feeling in the world. Plus, the way he kissed? Oh my God. I was more hooked on his kiss than his dick, and that said something.
Seriously, because Isaiah had a nice cock. I’d been with one or two men whose dicks were big enough that anal could be challenging. I’m not a huge guy to begin with, and lube and stretching could only do so much. Sex with those guys could still be fun, but there were limitations. We could only get so rough and he could only get so deep before things got… uncomfortable. When someone was packing that much, we definitely weren’t going multiple rounds.
Isaiah was the perfect size to make me come without either of us touching my own cock, and he didn’t leave me so sore that we couldn’t go a second round. Hell, it hadn’t been more than fifteen, twenty minutes since he’d gotten me off, and I was already looking forward to that second round.
I was also turned on beyond words because after we’d moved to the bathroom, I’d finally gotten a look at him naked. He’d been a little shy when he’d undressed, as if I wouldn’t like what I saw.
I hoped I’d reassured him, because he was sexy as hell. One look at him had had me antsy to fuck again, especially since it wouldn’t be a quickie this time.
I had no idea why he was so self-conscious, but making out with him and pressing my own naked body against his in the shower had settled that, I thought. He was sure kissing me and running his hands all over me without an ounce of that self-consciousness.
Jesus Christ, I wanted him again, and from the way he was feeling me up and kissing me, that was very, very mutual.
“We should go in the bedroom,” I murmured against his lips. “The hot water will last a while, but not forever.”
“Mmm, the bedroom sounds good.” He slid his hand down my back. “Fair warning—I might not be able to come as many times as you can. But I’ll make sure you get off.”
“I can absolutely work with that.” I grinned up at him. He returned it, then claimed my mouth again, and… Fuck. The way this man made my knees shake…
Yeah, we definitely needed to take this into the bedroom before I lost my balance in here. I shut off the water and, after we’d dried off, we moved to my bed, and… Oh man, this was perfect. Isaiah’s body felt amazing on top of mine, and I couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
The best part was that the quickie in the foyer had taken care of the frantic need to fuck and get off. Now we could do what Ireallyloved—kissing and touching and exploring each other. No hurry. No urgency. Just being as close as humanly possible to Isaiah.Finally.
He seemed to be on board with that, too. His lips roamed my neck and shoulders, leaving me gasping for breath until he finally kissed my mouth. Unsurprisingly, we both started getting turned on again. I got hard first, and as Isaiah stroked me lazily, I did the same, and his dick quickly joined the party. We kissed deeper, both moaning now and then as we wound each other up.
That led to some amazingly unhurried sixty-nining. I already knew Isaiah’s mouth was incredibly talented, and that he loved giving head as much as I did. Still, it was like the first time all over again, especially since I finally had my mouth on that perfect cock of his.
I didn’t even know how long we lay like that, blowing each other but not actually trying to get the other off. I didn’t care. His lips and tongue were addictive, and it had been way too long since I’d sucked dick, so we could do this all damn night for all I cared.
It was Isaiah who stopped and whispered, “Come back up here. I want… your mouth…”
Didn’t have to tell me twice. We shifted around, and we came together again, this time with me on top. I loved how he held me when he kissed me. Tight, as if he didn’t want me to leave, but also tenderly and gently—almost reverently.
Yes. That was it. Reverently. In fact, everything he did—his touch, his kiss, his voice—it was all worshipful and amazing, as if he wanted to memorize me and couldn’t believe this was happening at all.
Oh God, could I relate. Over and over, I kept thinking,This is really you? You’re really here? Holy shit.
Not only was he an amazing friend, he’d also turned out to be…this.
I could still feel everything we’d done earlier, and some part of my mind still couldn’t believe any of this was real. It all felt like a dream or a fantasy.
But no, it was real, and the thought of reliving everything we’d done in the foyer was too good to pass up.
“Fuck me again.” My own words had me so turned on I couldn’t see straight. “Baby, please…”
“Are you sure you can handle it a second time?” Gazing up at me, he ran his fingers through my hair. “I don’t want you to be sore.”
“I’m good. Just… not as hard this time.”
His grin crinkled the corners of his eyes. “I’m pretty sure I can work with that.”
