His moans are music to my ears, and the nightbirds seem to agree as they start their pretty song in the tallest trees of the orangery. Luke slides his hand into my hair, but he doesn’t tug in any way, just pets me. He might enjoy some force from me but is so gentle himself that I want to make sure no one else ever lays a finger on him.
Lying back on the large plush swing, he holds his legs open for me, and I doubt he has any idea how frantic with lust that makes me. I want to map every inch of his pale form, know the location of every beauty mark and scar, but even then, I will not be satisfied. He is already an addiction, and I will need more each day.
Rubbing my face against his fragrant chest, I pull down his breeches and underwear, but don’t bother removing the stockings. “You smell so good. It’s making me… horny, was it?”
“Yes,” Luke rasps, and his cock twitches between his legs, begging for attention. “I’ve never been in such a frenzy with anyone.”
The admission only makes pride swell in my chest, and I pull on his legs, resting his calves on my shoulders. The stockings are buttery soft, smooth, yet as warm as his flesh, and I turn my face to kiss the side of Luke’s knee as my gaze drifts up his bare thighs, to where his hard cock juts from a bed of dark hair.
Pleasure dances over my skin as I lean forward, enticed by the musky aroma of sex.
“Me neither. And now I can’t look away.”
I’ve not had the chance to please him with my mouth yet, and I can’t wait. His cockhead has a dark pink shade and I teasingly lick the slit at the top. He moans and pulls me closer with his legs. This is how I want him. No barriers, no emotional walls, and his attention on me only.
“Oh, fuck…” he whimpers, arching his hips off the plush bench of the swing.
I had no idea how much I’d like sucking him, but I already love how much control I have while he’s losing it. It’s as if the leash is in my hand, and the collar—on his neck.
And we both love it.
I close my eyes, wrapping my arm around his thigh to explore his body, and as I tickle his shaft with my tongue, getting used to his fresh yet musky flavor, my fingers comb through his pubes, rub the base of his stiff rod, and explore the shape of his balls.
It’s as if I’ve been offered a whole dessert table, and I drop the cock out of my mouth to push my tongue against the soft skin of Luke’s sac, my mind blown by the tingling all over my skin.
“Fuck… what are you doing to me…?” Luke whines, tightening his fingers in my hair.
I have him right where I want him.
When I suck one of his balls, he gets so restless he clenches his ass and wiggles his hips, but there’s nowhere for him to run. I’ve got his thighs in a tight grip and will take as much time gorging on him as I want to.
“Anything I want,” I whisper, my mouth wet against his flesh, and while I’m overheating, touching him takes precedence before shedding my own clothes. In the pocket of my coat, I find a small bottle of the oil that makes sex smoother, and as I lick my way up Luke’s dick, I pour some on my hand and tickle his crack with one finger.
I’m torn between keeping my eyes on his face, and the pink pucker between his legs. The way his pupils widen and his mouth turns into anOis everything I need to know about Luke wanting me inside him. I love how needy he is. His feelings might be guarded, they might need to develop, or be captured, but this? He leaves no doubt as to how much he loves the intimacy between us.
“You sure you haven’t sucked off some shadow demons in preparation for this?” He laughs nervously, but he’s breathless, his pink nipples stiff, and his cock leaking delicious pre-cum.
“You like it,” I whisper against his cock and move my finger up and down his crack before pushing at his entrance, which initially tightens, only to let me in a moment later. It’s smooth, and snug, and just as hot as his mouth.
He nods before he can find his voice. “Yes. And that you’re so fucking hot. And dangerous.”
Maybe I should fuck the truth out of him more often, because his uninhibited self is irresistible.
We both gasp when my digit pushes in up to the knuckle and I start twisting it inside him, searching for his pleasure spot. Luke’s cock is in my mouth again, and I suck aroundit, not even trying to take it in deep. I know I’m not ready, but I love the saltiness of his juices and want to build up his excitement until he can’t cope with it any longer.
His feet slide over my back, as if to push me closer, but he’s not using much force. He’s just showing me how needy he is for me.
My own cock is trapped under leather, but releasing it from its confines would mean having to let go of Luke and I’m not ready for that. I glance at his flushed chest, and all the way to his parted lips. Every moan escaping his mouth makes me lust for him more intensely. I don’t know how I would have survived courting without tasting him.
My lips tighten and move up and down his shaft as I suck on his flesh, but my mind is torn between the beautiful dick on my tongue and the tightness of his body as I go into a rhythm that soon has Luke rubbing his thighs against my face and arching on the swing.
Hypnotizing, enchanting, our physical connection consumes me from the inside, replacing emptiness with the joy of companionship and pleasure.
I only pull away when the lacing of my pants makes my own cock throb.
“I need you,” I rasp and fuck him with my finger as I stare at the wet cock resting on his stomach.
“Yours,” he mutters between one moan and another.
