“Can I kiss you, Sean?”
He nods, and I gently place my lips at the corner of his mouth. I move slowly, stroking his lips with mine, before parting them at the exact moment Sean parts his; I slip into his warmth, making it mine in a single breath. My hands are on his face, my tongue exploring every corner of his mouth, his body moving in search of contact, intimacy.
“Can I take your shirt off?”
Sean nods again.
My lips move down his neck and Sean tilts his head back, giving me space to roam across his skin. I press my mouth to him, sucking in his scent, his taste, my tongue making its way to his shoulder as my fingers play nervously at his shirt. I spread my palms across his chest, feeling his heart beat against my hand, his anxiety becoming my own, growing into a knot of excitement and fear. It courses through my fingers and into his, which are on my chest, now, playing at the fabric of my T-shirt.
“Can I?” he asks me, his breathing laboured.
I smile and kiss him again; his neck, his collarbone, his shoulder. Sean tries to take off my top, but nerves have got the better of his hands. I help him, pulling it off and letting it drop to the floor. I move my attention back onto his own shirt, undoing it and letting it fall beside mine.
“I want to see you naked, here, on the floor by the fire.”
“I’d like that.”
“Yeah?”
I stroke his warm face – I’m not sure whether it’s the wine, the fire, or this whole situation. It’s probably a mix of all these things. But I like it: I like how he’s warm to my touch; I like sliding my hands along his shoulders then down his torso; I like feeling his boiling skin beneath my fingers, imagining that he’s catching fire for me.
Sean brings his hands to his trousers, undoes the buttons. I lift myself up to help him take them off; he removes them, considers this for a moment, then takes his underwear off, too. He’s naked beneath me, just like I asked. The flames reflect from his white skin, covered in the sexiest sprinkling of freckles. I want to run my tongue over them, my mouth, my hands; I want to slip my body into his.
“I want to see you naked by the fire, too,” he says, his voice heavy with desire. A spasm of anticipation trembles between my legs.
“Give me just one minute.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I quickly head over to the armchair, where I left my bag, and grab what I need before moving back over to him. I leave the items on the bed and take off my clothes under his hungry gaze.
I kneel beside him, inviting him to lay on the floor and tucking myself next to him. My hand strokes his erection.
“What… Er… What do you want?”
“I want to go down on you,” I tell him, my eyes on his. “If that’s okay.”
“That’s definitely okay.”
“Good.” His erection slides in my grip, hard and impatient. I bring it to my lips, my tongue playing at the delicate skin of his tip. Sean’s eyes are glued to me, to what I’m about to do; I slowly put him in my mouth, sliding him slowly into my heat.
Sean heaves a sigh, his erection moving in my mouth, his taste melding with mine – with my desire. I want to watch him enjoy this.
“God,” Sean groans, letting himself drop onto the floor. “God, God…”
I keep sucking and licking, stroking him with my lips as Sean tries to catch his breath.
“Can I touch you?” My hand moves to his testicles.
“Please, yes.”
I laugh and go back to burying him in my mouth, my hand massaging his testicles. His breathing grows heavy, uncoordinated.
“I want to…” I kiss the tip of his erection, and Sean lifts his head. “I want to touch you again.”
His eyes are half-closed in pleasure, fixed onto me.
I lift up and grab the lube I left on the bed, pouring some onto my fingers and making my way back to him.
