“For a straight guy you have a pretty sure hand,” I murmur, my eyes closing involuntarily as I surrender to his touch.
“I don’t actually think I qualify as a straight guy anymore,” he replies, continuing his caress.
“Why is that, do you think?”
“Couple of reasons.” He takes my hand and guides it into the folds of his robe. It’s his cock, which has reached monumental size and is harder than I’ve ever felt it.
“Oh, god,” I whisper.
“And then there’s this,” he murmurs, and he lets go of my hand—I don’t let go of his cock, don’t ever plan to—and his hands wrap around my neck. He pulls me into him, slowly, slowly, until I feel that I’m going to explode before our lips ever touch. And then, once my eyes are closed because I can’t stand the suspense any longer, we meet. Those lips, the tongue that took my breath away, that strong jaw’s scratchy tickly stubble, it’s all there just where I left it so reluctantly at his apartment, so long ago. A warmth radiates out from the place where my body has joined his, and suddenly the air itself seems purified. We were made for this, built for it, headed to it all our lives.
He moves toward me, his entire sleek body rising up, the black robe sliding down his arms. He pushes me back not with his touch but with the force of his radiant, hungry heat. He is on top of me, covering me entirely, his arms wrapping around me like the wings of a descending angel, his hips grinding into mine. He holds me, looks deep into my eyes, and that grin breaks out into an open smile, a joyous giggle in his throat. His hand reaches down and with a flick my towel releases, and with a yank he sends it flying over the back of the couch.
I wrap my legs around his slim hips, and hook them together atop the globes of his clenching ass. Our bodies are in contact along their full length—nipples, cocks, balls—and he holds my head in his hands and looks into my eyes. He gives a little shiver and a giggle, as if he cannot believe that we are finally here, and I clamp my legs down tighter, pressing us together, forcing us into a single body. He kisses me, his tongue greeting mine, stroking it, delicately frigging it. Can tongues have orgasms? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that just happened to me.
