“Umm, you’re going to have to remind me of which part because my brain is a bit confuzzled right now.” Samuel chuckled, which did amazing things to certain parts of us that were still aligned. I moaned, and he dipped his head and sealed his mouth over mine, biting my bottom lip gently and tugging on it.
“Not. Helping,” I panted. He pulled his head back and looked into my eyes. His were clouded with lust but I could also see something else there, like curiosity and longing.
“I was serious when I said I couldn’t go three more days without tasting you,” he said quietly. My eyes widened, wondering if he meant what I thought he meant, but the answer was made clear with his next words.
“I have no idea what I’m doing, and I may be really terrible at it, but I want to try. I want to know every intimate part of you and I want to bring you the same pleasure that you’ve brought me.” I had to glance down to be sure my body hadn’t actually burst into flames and then I stared back at him through heavy lids.
“You won’t be terrible at it and you can do whatever you want to me,” I whispered.
I held my breath as he began kissing a sensual path down my body. It was clear that he planned on taking his time as he stopped to lave each of my nipples and biting down just enough that I was riding the edge between pleasure and pain. He continued on his path, circling his tongue around my navel and dipping it inside for a taste. Then he lowered even further, settling himself between my spread thighs.
He stopped, spreading my legs even further apart and I lifted my head, so I could see him. He was wearing that same look of awe that he’d had earlier, only this time he was staring at all the most intimate parts of me. I’d been on hundreds of runways with every eye trained on me. My entire career was dependent on people wanting to look at and admire me. But nothing had ever mattered more than having Samuel’s focused attention.
His groan let me know that he liked what he saw. Before I knew what was happening, he lowered his head and with the flat of his tongue, licked a wet path up the crease of my thigh. I cried out and my hips jutted off the bed. He laid an arm across my hips, locking me into place as he did the same thing to the other side.
Being held down and completely at this man’s mercy as his lips and tongue brought me unthinkable pleasure was fucking with my head and driving me insane. My head tossed back and forth on the pillow and I began to plead for more.
I didn’t have to beg for long though before he swiped his tongue over the head of my dick, lapping up my juices with a hungry moan then proceeded to take me into his warm, wet mouth. It was as if all of the desire and questions and fantasies he’d had since he’d first discovered boys were being channeled into that one moment. His movements were a bit frantic, but also enthusiastic, as he tasted and explored, nibbled and sucked until I thought I would lose my mind.
My fingers grabbed hold of his hair and my toes curled tightly as I felt my orgasm closing in. I shouted out a warning in case he wanted to pull off, but he refused to stop, doubling his efforts and swallowing my release. The strength of my orgasm stole my breath and it was several minutes before I began to drift back down to earth.
When I was finally able to open my eyes, I gazed down at him. He was staring back at me with a grin and he looked so proud of himself that I couldn’t help but laugh. I pulled him up and kissed him hard, savoring the taste of my release on his tongue.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I said, waggling my brows at him.
“Umm. I already came.” He must’ve read the shock on my face because his face went red and he rushed to explain. “I couldn’t help it. I’ve been dreaming about that for a really long time.”
“And how was it?” I asked.
“Even better than I imagined. I have a feeling I’m going to want to do that a lot,” he admitted with a grin.
“Far be it from me to deny you anything,” I teased.
We took a shower together, changed the sheets then climbed back into bed. I snuggled into his side and his arms wrapped around me as we kissed lazily. I laid my head on his shoulder and gazed up at his profile in the moonlight. He turned his head and looked down at me, a slight crease forming on his forehead. I reached up and ran my finger over it.
“What are you thinking about?”
He hesitated, which made me even more curious. “I was just thinking about the night we met.”
“Mmm. That was a very good night. So hot,” I murmured, remembering the way we’d watched each other through the window. “What about it specifically though?”
“Well, it’s about what you were doing that night. Specifically…the part where you were bottoming,” he said.
“You know what bottoming is?”
“Hey, I’ve done my research,” he answered defensively.
“I’m impressed. Now, what about me bottoming had you thinking so hard?”
“I was just wondering…you know…do you always do that?” he asked, sounding adorably embarrassed.
“Not always. I’m actually vers.”
“Vers?”
“Versatile. Or a switch as some people call it. Basically, I like it either way. It just depends on my mood and my partner,” I explained.
He was quiet for several minutes as he thought things over. “Okay. I think I might want to try both.”
My mouth went dry at the thought of being inside Samuel. I guess a small part of me assumed that since he’d only ever been with women he’d want to continue to top. Would there ever come a day when this man didn’t surprise me? I hoped not.
“I think that can be arranged. You just let me know when you’re ready.” I stretched my neck up to kiss him. “Now, I want to hear more about this research you’ve been doing.”
With the noisy plane engine and Korey’s deep snores off in the distance, I drifted to sleep and dreamt of my favorite place in the world; Samuel’s arms.
