Armand
I thoughtI knew what true joy was until I heard Zio wanted me. To know that he desired to be with me was better than the icing on the delicious Hawaiian guava cake we enjoyed before returning upstairs to his suite.
I lost myself in kissing him as we littered the floor with our clothes. Once bare, I stretched out in bed. There was no hesitation this time as Zio settled over me. I had to chuckle when he skipped my neck in favor of exploring my torso with his lips and fingertips. Luxuriating under his gentle worship, I loved being the center of his attention. He was bolder than before as he teased me with playful flicks of his tongue as he lavished me with caresses all over while working his way south.
It didn’t surprise me when he fixated on my appendectomy scar. Given his attraction to broken pottery put back together, I understood his fascination with it. All my previous lovers had avoided the area, almost as if they had an irrational fear of injuring me again or were repulsed by it. But he kissed it with reverence, serving as further evidence that he was attracted to all the parts of me that no one else had ever wanted. It made my love for him take deeper root in my heart until it learned to beat only for him.
I tensed as he moved into a position that allowed him to trail his fingers along my erection that was aching for relief. He kept his touch light and teasing, driving me wild.
“I’m not quite ready to tackle this,” Zio said as he worked my length at a leisurely pace. “I want to be, but I’m not there yet.”
In my haze of pleasure, it took a moment to process his words. “You never have to do anything.”
“I think I’ll be fine once I do some research, provided I don’t die of embarrassment first.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen plenty of women give men blow jobs in porn, but I don’t know how to do it,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “It was incredible when you did it last night. I doubt I’ll ever be that talented, but I’m hoping with enough practice, I won’t suck at it.”
He was so cute; I couldn’t resist teasing him. “But sucking is the point.”
I loved how he burst into laughter. “Wow, I walked into that one. Oops.”
“You’re always welcome to try anything on me,” I encouraged him. “I’ll also help you look into things if you’d like.”
“Something tells me if you helped me research, we’d get sidetracked by lust.” He chuckled before he shifted his attention down to my sac. I spread my legs further as he explored. “Wait, what’s that?”
I grinned when he ran his fingers over the black silicone bar that was flush with my body. “Optimistic preparation.”
“Meaning?”
“If you wish to take me tonight, that will allow us to skip some steps,” I explained.
His breathing hitched. “Is that what you want?”
It was hard not to chuckle at his disbelief. “I’d prefer having you inside me than that.”
“Fucking hell,” he whispered as he continued tracing the length of the bar. “Are you serious?”
“Very.”
“Um, that sounds great—amazing, actually—but I don’t have a condom, so…”
His innocence was precious. “I have some in my pants pocket.”
“How? Those were so tight, they were practically spray-painted on.” We both laughed at his comment.
“You’re also welcome to not use them.” My words caused him to inhale sharply. “I can show you my last negative test if it would set your mind at ease about being safe.”
An interesting noise escaped from him at the thought of being in me without barriers.
When he didn’t say anything further, I explained my logic to him. “I’ve never been with a partner without using protection before. I’d like this experience to be a first for both of us, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”
“Okay, hold on. Give me a second to process this.” Closing his eyes, he took a few calming breaths to steady himself. “Wow, you make itreallyhard to think sometimes.”
“Pardon.”
“Are you saying you want me to be in you without a condom so I can come inside you? Because that’s what I’m hearing.”
