Plenty of Time
Plenty of Time Rated: nc-17... that is how I roll.
I started working on this before I knew about International Brian Kinney Week, but I think it fits...
This is dedicated to vamphile, because she made me think a bit which resulted in this story. So thanks! Thanks to _alicesprings for the beta and all the brainstorming this story took!
He's lying on his stomach, arms up by his head, one leg slightly bent, surrounded by rumpled sheets. Just one long expanse of smooth, tan skin.
He's thirty something years old and he has the ass of a twenty year old. Not as round and full as mine but perfect for his long sleek body. His legs are so fucking long, I can't help imagining my tongue working the length, from the arch of his foot, right to his asshole.
When my tongue makes contact, his foot flexes, he's a little ticklish, though he hates to admit it. He'll admit that he loves my tongue on his hole but try to hide the way he squirms when that same tongue explores between his toes or behind his knee. He's patient while I suck at the sensitive skin on the insides of his thighs and lick along the crease where his ass meets his leg, but when my tongue teases just inside his crack a few times he becomes impatient.
"Don't fuck around Justin."
He's up on his knees.
I love the feel of the soft wrinkles on the tip of my tongue. His taste and smell are pungent, it makes my jaw ache and my mouth water.
He grabs a fist-full of my hair and pushes my face firmly against his ass. I'm going to eat his ass until he comes, which he knows, he just doesn't want to wait.
I want to feel his dick, I know he's wet but I stroke my own dick instead. It feels so good, it makes me want him more.
My asshole throbs from the rough fuck we just finished. He fucked me with only spit to ease the way and the burn was intense. But that means when I am done with his ass he will turn me around and suck on my red swollen asshole himself. He hates getting a mouthful of lube so I always know when he fucks me without, that he wants to eat my sore ass later. Which might have been the inspiration for where my face is now.
I love rimming. I love doing it and having it done. There is something so primal and messy about it. I like being rimmed before I get fucked, but I like even better when he does it after. When I'm extra sensitive and his tongue feels punishing and soothing at the same time.
When the sharp edge of pain blurs into something new.
I love the push and pull of tongue fucking him. His body tries to push me away and pull me closer all at the same time. The first time I rimmed him I remember thinking how symbolic that was of every minute I had ever spent with him.
I'm licking him inside and my hand is on his cock, running smoothly over soft, perfect skin to the dripping head and then spreading that moisture everywhere. It's not really enough but he likes the little bit of friction when he is this close. He comes and I continue stroking him, spreading his come all over his dick.
When he finally rolls over his dick is half hard and glistening in the low light. I suck it into my mouth and move my sticky hand to his balls, massaging them roughly. I can tell from his moans that I am walking a fine line between getting him off again and causing him discomfort. I love that line and when it is him walking it, I prefer that he steps out of bounds every so often. But his body is different, so I watch my step. I lighten the touch of my hand and pull off his cock. Only to come back with long, wet licks from base to tip, every so often dipping lower to lick up the come I smeared on his balls as well.
When I crawl up to kiss him his dick leaves a trail of spit and precome down my chest and belly. He kisses me like we are just getting started.