completely naked.
"Sorry," he whispered, "I couldn't wait to feel your bare skin against mine."
That was okie-dokie with me, too.
His eyes twinkled with a lascivious gleam. I lay beneath him, staring up into his face, taking in every detail that moulded the perfection. His breath was sweet upon my lips as he brushed his mouth slowly, and oh so sensually, over mine.
"Just lie there for me," he whispered. "Let me love you."
His fingers ran the length of my torso, sending tiny tingles of pleasure coursing through me. His lips and tongue wove their own magic over my skin as he travelled south, following the treasure trail from my navel to my pubic hair. He engulfed my cock, pulling it into the moist warmth of his mouth. I gasped with delight as he licked up and down the underside 64
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of my erection then slid down to my balls, his tongue lapping at each one, before lifting them into his mouth.
My hips rose in ecstasy at this sensation, my hands tangling in his thick curly hair. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, his tongue pushing at my opening, darting in and out of my anus, making me whimper. My breathing almost constricted with desire and lust. His tongue was deep inside me, and I writhed in ecstasy as he bored into me, causing sensations I had never before experienced—never dreamed could even exist. Just when I thought I couldn't stand any more, his mouth moved back to my balls then to my cock, taking it all down his throat. I groaned, feeling the heat of my approaching orgasm.
"Not yet," I whispered.
He released me from his mouth, enclosing my cock with his hand. With the tip of his tongue he traced an erotic pattern over my body until he reached my lips, claiming them with a hungry kiss. I reached between his legs, drawing his rock hard shaft into me, pushing against it, forcing it into my moist depths made slick with his saliva. Now it was his turn to groan as my ass muscles closed around his hard cock, anchoring him to me as he thrust forward, and I arched my pelvis upward to meet him. We moved to a gentle rhythm at first, his lips a tantalising inch away, his eyes locked on mine, our breathing in unison with one another. But as our lips met in a kiss born of carnal passion, our rhythm quickened, his thrusts became stronger, longer, deeper, and I, biting back the scream that threatened to erupt from my throat, clung to him, my arms and legs holding him in a vicelike grip.
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His hand now urged me towards my climax. It began deep inside my core, surging through me like a miniature tsunami.
His mouth on mine stifled the cries of sheer animal ecstasy that my orgasm tore from me, and as I lay panting in his arms, he covered my face with hot sweet kisses.
"My beloved Roger," he murmured, moving himself even deeper inside me.
"I love you, Marcus," I whispered, writhing beneath him to bring him even more pleasure. He began to move over me again, and I cupped his glorious butt in my hands. As we gazed at one another through a sexual haze, I slipped my middle finger into my mouth, coating it with my saliva then probed between the cleft of his buttocks, pushing past the wall of muscle there and bringing him ever closer to the edge.
His breath caught in his throat. He let out a great choking cry as he came, and I buried my face in the hollow of his throat, kissing him long and hard, almost sobbing with joy as his semen poured into me.
Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms, I, purring like a contented kitten, and he, stroking my chest with his fingertips, I dared to ask, "So, when are you going to tell me about my alternatives?"
His fingertips stalled on my chest, so I grabbed his hand and started rubbing it over my chest. He chuckled from deep in his chest and tweaked my nipple.
"Ow! Well, are you going to tell me or not?"
A long, heavy sigh followed my badgering. "I suppose I must, or you will nag me until I do."
"Me, nag? Never."
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"Sorry," he whispered, "I couldn't wait to feel your bare skin against mine."
That was okie-dokie with me, too.
His eyes twinkled with a lascivious gleam. I lay beneath him, staring up into his face, taking in every detail that moulded the perfection. His breath was sweet upon my lips as he brushed his mouth slowly, and oh so sensually, over mine.
"Just lie there for me," he whispered. "Let me love you."
His fingers ran the length of my torso, sending tiny tingles of pleasure coursing through me. His lips and tongue wove their own magic over my skin as he travelled south, following the treasure trail from my navel to my pubic hair. He engulfed my cock, pulling it into the moist warmth of his mouth. I gasped with delight as he licked up and down the underside 64
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of my erection then slid down to my balls, his tongue lapping at each one, before lifting them into his mouth.
My hips rose in ecstasy at this sensation, my hands tangling in his thick curly hair. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, his tongue pushing at my opening, darting in and out of my anus, making me whimper. My breathing almost constricted with desire and lust. His tongue was deep inside me, and I writhed in ecstasy as he bored into me, causing sensations I had never before experienced—never dreamed could even exist. Just when I thought I couldn't stand any more, his mouth moved back to my balls then to my cock, taking it all down his throat. I groaned, feeling the heat of my approaching orgasm.
"Not yet," I whispered.
He released me from his mouth, enclosing my cock with his hand. With the tip of his tongue he traced an erotic pattern over my body until he reached my lips, claiming them with a hungry kiss. I reached between his legs, drawing his rock hard shaft into me, pushing against it, forcing it into my moist depths made slick with his saliva. Now it was his turn to groan as my ass muscles closed around his hard cock, anchoring him to me as he thrust forward, and I arched my pelvis upward to meet him. We moved to a gentle rhythm at first, his lips a tantalising inch away, his eyes locked on mine, our breathing in unison with one another. But as our lips met in a kiss born of carnal passion, our rhythm quickened, his thrusts became stronger, longer, deeper, and I, biting back the scream that threatened to erupt from my throat, clung to him, my arms and legs holding him in a vicelike grip.
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His hand now urged me towards my climax. It began deep inside my core, surging through me like a miniature tsunami.
His mouth on mine stifled the cries of sheer animal ecstasy that my orgasm tore from me, and as I lay panting in his arms, he covered my face with hot sweet kisses.
"My beloved Roger," he murmured, moving himself even deeper inside me.
"I love you, Marcus," I whispered, writhing beneath him to bring him even more pleasure. He began to move over me again, and I cupped his glorious butt in my hands. As we gazed at one another through a sexual haze, I slipped my middle finger into my mouth, coating it with my saliva then probed between the cleft of his buttocks, pushing past the wall of muscle there and bringing him ever closer to the edge.
His breath caught in his throat. He let out a great choking cry as he came, and I buried my face in the hollow of his throat, kissing him long and hard, almost sobbing with joy as his semen poured into me.
Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms, I, purring like a contented kitten, and he, stroking my chest with his fingertips, I dared to ask, "So, when are you going to tell me about my alternatives?"
His fingertips stalled on my chest, so I grabbed his hand and started rubbing it over my chest. He chuckled from deep in his chest and tweaked my nipple.
"Ow! Well, are you going to tell me or not?"
A long, heavy sigh followed my badgering. "I suppose I must, or you will nag me until I do."
"Me, nag? Never."
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