hoping with all my
might he would be as understanding as he’d promised when he thought I wore
dresses. “They make me feel good.”
Slowly, deliberately, he finished removing my jeans
and straddled me, resting his hands either side of my head, our faces kissing-close.
“They look incredible.”
I barely released my breath before he was kissing
me, harder and hungrier than he had before. The slide of his thickening cock
against mine through the silk of my underwear had me almost bursting at the
seams, and I writhed shamelessly beneath him.
A push on his shoulder, and he caved instantly,
rolling onto his back and taking me with him. I lay across him, trusting him to
take my full weight as I kissed his lips and ran my hands through his hair and thrust
my hips. He palmed my arse, pushed his blunt fingers into the waist of my
underwear, and touched my skin, grabbing great handfuls and squeezing.
“God, that feels good,” he groaned, closing his
eyes as I rolled my hips in a slow, lazy motion.
Smirking, I kissed the tip of his nose and climbed
off him, standing to shove my underwear down my legs. I kicked them free, then
stood on first one foot then the other to remove my socks. I’d always
maintained leaving them on to fuck was the height of bad manners, and was
pleased to see Magnus had stripped fully as well.
I fell to my knees at the side of the bed, spread
his thighs with my hands, and sucked his balls. With my nose pressed in his
groin, I got a good whiff of aroused musk, the scent underlined by the rich
notes of soap or shower gel.
“Jesus, your mouth.”
I smiled as best I could around his nuts, a warm
feeling rising in my chest. I did like to be appreciated.
He had a nice dick. Clean and pink, marbled with
dark veins, thick enough to feel good, but not so girthy I’d get jaw ache
within five minutes of sucking it. A point I set about proving the moment I’d
rolled a condom on, taking him as deep as I was able without choking. My gag
reflex was out of practice, and dry heaving on someone’s cock was never
attractive.
Magnus propped himself on his elbows, head raised
to watch me, a dopey, blissed-out smile on his face. I cupped his balls in my
hand, enjoying the way the soft skin crinkled under my fingers. In many ways, I
considered going down on a guy to be more intimate than fucking. There was something
about the act of sucking, taking a cock into my mouth and nursing on it, eyes
closed, trusting my partner not to hold my head and stuff it down my throat. I
couldn’t be doing with that “dominant” bullshit. My mouth, my blowjob. I got to
dictate the terms.
Happily, Magnus seemed to agree with me. His hips
gave little involuntary jerks as I suckled the head and ran my tongue against
the underside of his glans, but otherwise he was still, save the heaving of his
chest pushing groans of contentment through his lips.
When the noises he made turned frantic, and his
dick gave a telltale twitch in my mouth, I pulled off, removed the condom, and
brought him to orgasm with my hand, hot spunk splashing over his stomach and
groin. His thigh trembled as I used him for leverage, standing and climbing
over him to kiss his mouth. He wrapped me in his arms, my straining cock
trapped between our bodies.
I straddled his lap, smearing his ejaculate between
us, and guided his hand to my dick. He stroked me slowly, and I thrust into the
tight circle of his fist, one arm around his neck and the other holding the
crook of his elbow, his muscles flexing under my fingers as he gave a little
twist of his wrist which made me gasp.
Eyes squeezed shut, I kissed him, sliding my tongue
lazily against his in time with his slow, even strokes along my dick. He slid
my foreskin over the sensitive head, easing it back down again in a gentle
glide which sent a shiver racing along my spine. My toes curled and calf
muscles tightened, muscles clenching in anticipation of a climax which wasn’t
far off. I rubbed my cheek against his
might he would be as understanding as he’d promised when he thought I wore
dresses. “They make me feel good.”
Slowly, deliberately, he finished removing my jeans
and straddled me, resting his hands either side of my head, our faces kissing-close.
“They look incredible.”
I barely released my breath before he was kissing
me, harder and hungrier than he had before. The slide of his thickening cock
against mine through the silk of my underwear had me almost bursting at the
seams, and I writhed shamelessly beneath him.
A push on his shoulder, and he caved instantly,
rolling onto his back and taking me with him. I lay across him, trusting him to
take my full weight as I kissed his lips and ran my hands through his hair and thrust
my hips. He palmed my arse, pushed his blunt fingers into the waist of my
underwear, and touched my skin, grabbing great handfuls and squeezing.
“God, that feels good,” he groaned, closing his
eyes as I rolled my hips in a slow, lazy motion.
Smirking, I kissed the tip of his nose and climbed
off him, standing to shove my underwear down my legs. I kicked them free, then
stood on first one foot then the other to remove my socks. I’d always
maintained leaving them on to fuck was the height of bad manners, and was
pleased to see Magnus had stripped fully as well.
I fell to my knees at the side of the bed, spread
his thighs with my hands, and sucked his balls. With my nose pressed in his
groin, I got a good whiff of aroused musk, the scent underlined by the rich
notes of soap or shower gel.
“Jesus, your mouth.”
I smiled as best I could around his nuts, a warm
feeling rising in my chest. I did like to be appreciated.
He had a nice dick. Clean and pink, marbled with
dark veins, thick enough to feel good, but not so girthy I’d get jaw ache
within five minutes of sucking it. A point I set about proving the moment I’d
rolled a condom on, taking him as deep as I was able without choking. My gag
reflex was out of practice, and dry heaving on someone’s cock was never
attractive.
Magnus propped himself on his elbows, head raised
to watch me, a dopey, blissed-out smile on his face. I cupped his balls in my
hand, enjoying the way the soft skin crinkled under my fingers. In many ways, I
considered going down on a guy to be more intimate than fucking. There was something
about the act of sucking, taking a cock into my mouth and nursing on it, eyes
closed, trusting my partner not to hold my head and stuff it down my throat. I
couldn’t be doing with that “dominant” bullshit. My mouth, my blowjob. I got to
dictate the terms.
Happily, Magnus seemed to agree with me. His hips
gave little involuntary jerks as I suckled the head and ran my tongue against
the underside of his glans, but otherwise he was still, save the heaving of his
chest pushing groans of contentment through his lips.
When the noises he made turned frantic, and his
dick gave a telltale twitch in my mouth, I pulled off, removed the condom, and
brought him to orgasm with my hand, hot spunk splashing over his stomach and
groin. His thigh trembled as I used him for leverage, standing and climbing
over him to kiss his mouth. He wrapped me in his arms, my straining cock
trapped between our bodies.
I straddled his lap, smearing his ejaculate between
us, and guided his hand to my dick. He stroked me slowly, and I thrust into the
tight circle of his fist, one arm around his neck and the other holding the
crook of his elbow, his muscles flexing under my fingers as he gave a little
twist of his wrist which made me gasp.
Eyes squeezed shut, I kissed him, sliding my tongue
lazily against his in time with his slow, even strokes along my dick. He slid
my foreskin over the sensitive head, easing it back down again in a gentle
glide which sent a shiver racing along my spine. My toes curled and calf
muscles tightened, muscles clenching in anticipation of a climax which wasn’t
far off. I rubbed my cheek against his
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