|notreallyme10 (notreallyme10) wrote,|
@ 2007-12-10 19:57:00
His leg is thrown casually over mine on the ottoman and his fingers lazily toy with my nipple. It's hard, along with my cock.
He's dressed in a tee-shirt and jeans and I'm all but naked, with a towel loosely wrapped around my waist. Somehow I ended up here, next to him on the couch, after getting out of the shower. He's half asleep watching an old movie on TV, but I'm wide awake as his finger circles my nipple, stroking the taut skin.
His fingertips drift down my chest and belly and I think things are about to get good when they pause at my bellybutton and give it the same attention my nipple just got.
He shifts closer, his head falling to my shoulder as his other hand makes its way to the back of my neck and tickles just at the damp hairline. It doesn't seem possible that he's still watching the movie... but I think he is.
I love when he gives me attention like this. Like he is in no rush to fuck but he has to touch me everywhere.
His hand is back at my nipple and every touch intensifies the throbbing in my dick. My nipple is so sensitized that even the softest tease is making me crazy.
I've been sitting here as casual as Brian, pretending to watch the movie, but it gets to be too much and I let my head fall back on the couch. As though he was waiting for me to give in and admit what he was doing to me, he immediately closes his fingers over my nipple in a sharp pinch.
He turns his face in towards my neck and nuzzles as he once again drags his fingers over my skin, this time up to my mouth. He traces my lips so gently it tickles before pushing two fingers inside my mouth.
He's always the perfect combination of soft and rough.
He uses a soft sexy voice to say "Your nipples are very sensitive."
I run my tongue over every inch of his fingers and when he pulls them free he uses my spit to soothe my still throbbing nipple. I'm holding my breath and he pulls hard on my nipple and whispers "Relax, we're going to be here for a while."
I take a deep breath and let it out as my eyes drift closed.
He continues playing and I can no longer tell the difference between the gentle touches and the harder ones. I'm openly panting and when I look down, the skin around my nipple is red and abused.
He lifts his head and looks where I'm looking and then moves his mouth to my other nipple and begins working it with his lips and tongue and teeth. His hands move down to undo my towel.
He sucks a mark into my chest, moves down my body and leaves another on my hipbone.
He pushes the ottoman out of the way and crouches on the floor in front of me, an image that makes me want to shove my dick down his throat.
My legs are spread around him and he pulls me by the hips so that my ass is right on the edge of the seat, spread wide for him. Suddenly things slow down again, he nuzzles his face in my crotch breathing deeply. He slowly sniffs up the length of my dick to the wet head. He laps at the wetness and then sucks hard for just a second.
My chest is heaving and my entire body is trembling. I'm on fire.
He nips and sucks the spot where my ass turns into my legs until I have a mark there to match all the rest. His hands spread my ass further and he gives me one sparse kiss right on my hole.
And then his fingers are in my mouth again.
"Wet Justin, very wet."
It's a command.
They're dripping when he pulls them from my lips and he pushes them deep inside me. It hurts and all of the sudden I have gone from completely fucking blissed out to... just about to come. I love the pain of it.
I'm moaning loudly. Loud enough that I know I should be embarrassed. But I also know he loves it so I don't hold back.
When he focuses on my prostate my body shakes uncontrollably.
I'm going to need another shower.