“I still want you to make love to me, but go slowly… please.”
Unfolding my legs, I lift and lean toward him, pushing his knees farther apart so that I can crawl into the warmth of his face and look into his eyes. I tilt my head and softly press into his mouth, waiting for him to respond to me.
I really want this. I was caught off guard by it at first, but now that it’s been placed in my mind, I want him badly.
Any time we’ve made love… I might set the pace, but Jun guides me—tightly holding the steering wheel like a Formula One driver. I love what we do and how seamless our movement and connection are when he’s in the driver’s seat, but this is my opportunity to discover and learn. Finally, his stunningly long legs, tight tummy and beautiful form will be stretched out before me like uncharted territory. I desperately want to explore him in a way that I haven’t been able to.
The kiss is getting deep, with our tongues sliding and wrestling and tasting. When I feel Jun’s hands on my waist and urging me into his lap, I gently break the kiss. He’s already smiling.
“Sorry.”
Grinning, I shake my head. “You can’t help yourself.”
“I can… but I love the way you feel in my lap.”
“I know. Will you lie back down, please?” He does, biting his lip to stifle his amusement as he slides down. If I sit on him, it’s over. I enjoy it, too, but I’ll be trapped there and I don’t want that right now.
When he’s flat on his back and spread gloriously before me, I shift up to start from the top. Might as well? Put simply, my goal is to make him feel good, safe and comfortable with me like this. That much I can accomplish.
First, I kiss him—basking in the fundamental truth that I love the taste of his mouth. I feel hungry for it as I lick into him, tilting my head and breathing in his clean, cypress scent.
Jun is moaning against my mouth, his hands sliding across my lower back as I lift my head—leaving his mouth to trace down his cheek with my lips and over to his earlobe. I nibble him there for a moment while simultaneously running my fingers through the thick of tight, soft curls atop his head. I fucking love his hair. Sometimes it smells like coconut oil or some rich, buttery scent. Shea or cocoa.
He gaps his thighs wider, urging me down again and into his hardness and heat. I know what he wants, but it’s breaking my stride, because I’m trying to move down to his neck. He does not want to give up the steering wheel, and I laugh. “Stop it.” He groans in response, squirming underneath me and playfully lifting into me and chasing my body. I didn’t know Jun squirmed. It’s a nice development.
Moving down from his neck, I kiss and taste his collarbone, then along the beautiful curve of his shoulder. I have no idea why, but I grab and lift his arm up over his head, then nuzzle my face into the soft hair of his armpit.
Jun giggles and I do too, but I inhale and bite him there before kissing down and over to his chest. It’s crazy, but I literally want to taste every inch of him. My nature is burning hot in my belly and up my spine, encouraging me. I caress my palm down one side of his chest, indulging in the sensual, defined curve of his pecs and the soft, fuzzy hairs there. I’m busy on the other side with my mouth, licking and tasting his nipple—feeling it harden underneath my tongue.
Jun’s hands are in my hair at this point, making it wild as I keep kissing down, dragging my hands against his body. He’s saying something in Spanish as he breathes, but I don’t speak Spanish (clearly, I should learn). It’s fine, because I’m practically in a trance the way I’m so determined, and I love the way he’s responding to everything I’m doing.
When I reach his tight little belly button, I really go to town on his flat stomach and the little curly hairs here, indulging and dipping my tongue in and out—pulling at him with my teeth.
“Jae.”
I pause, looking up at him even though I’m very busy and particularly excited about the heat and fullness of his cock hovering right below my chin. I’m surprised to see that his eyes have alighted. “Yes?”
“Can you please come up here?”
“I’m not finished! You asked me to go slowly—”
“I know, but… shit.” He throws his head back against the pillow, adjusting his spine, his chest heaving.
Dramatic. I kiss his belly again, grinning. “Someone is impatient.”
He groans and mumbles something I can’t understand, clenching the bedsheets in his fists at his hips. I really need to start studying immediately.
Looking down at him, it’s obvious where I should go next. Quite obvious. And I want him, but I skip over his groin altogether and lick the inside of his thigh. Jun is still moaning and protesting, but I drag my fingertips down the undersides of his thighs and toward his arse, then flatten myself down against the bed.
His legs are drawn up, so his beautiful body is wide open in front of me. I’ve never seen him from this angle before and I am absorbed. Sliding my hands to cup his arse, I shift forward, close my eyes and very gently lick into the warmth of him—like I’m tentatively sampling a new flavor of ice cream on a cone. Jun shifts up the bed and clenches his body.
“Shit. Fuck.”
He jerks away from me, so I’m confused. “Should I stop this? You did this to me.” When I look at him, his eyes are still burning and his skin is even a little reddened, which is usually not the case. I grin because I realize he’s flustered. He’s always the one who’s giving, so it’s like he doesn’t know how to receive.
His voice is ragged as he stares at me with indigo eyes. “I know that, but… it’s different. And if you keep going like this, I won’t last much longer.”
“Then don’t last. And stop squirming away!” I smirk, dipping back down into him. I move up from his opening to tenderly bite and pull at the heavy skin beneath his shaft—which is very hard. He sucks in a sharp breath, but then says my name when he exhales and it is glorious. Fucking fantastic. I want to stay low and play a little longer, but now I’m distracted by the fullness of his cock. I lift up, licking the underside of him in a long stroke.
Jun is swearing and breathing and saying my name, desperately, like the release he’s been fighting is seconds from overtaking him—like the swell of an ocean wave about to crash onto the shore. I lower my head, gradually taking the length of him into my mouth and enjoying every inch, because Jun hasn’t ever let me do this before, either.
He tastes… like how he smells. The same concentrated, delicious, sweet and woodsy essence that flows all through him—that wafts out from his skin and every inch of him. Christ. This has never been delicious to me before. Tolerable at best, but not distinctly enticing like this.
I relax my jaw, letting my tongue slide against him as he slowly lifts his hips up and into me. I grip him underneath his cock, willing him to finish so I can taste him fully. I realize I want it, and he feels satisfyingly thick and full in my mouth.
It doesn’t take long before Jun grunts, his body tensing as I feel and taste him come. I breathe and swallow, relaxing my gag reflex until he’s spent and finished. As he comes down from the high, I feel his fingers threading into my hair and gripping against my scalp. He urges me up his length and I blink, surprised. I was so focused, I hadn’t realized that my eyes alighted while they were closed.
His chest is slowly rising and falling and his glowing eyes are soft. “I want you inside me.” His hand moves down from my hair to caress and cup my too-warm face in his palm, and I smile. As I sit upright, Junichi lifts and slides the second pillow from beside his head so that it rests underneath his hips.
“I haven’t even stretched you yet.” I grab the lube, make quick work of wetting my fingers then toss it away.
“We can do that together.”
“Together?” I ask, crawling my fingers toward his opening, then very slowly push one inside him. He exhales and closes his eyes. I can feel him relaxing around my finger.
“Does this feel alright?” I ask. I’m carefully pulsing my finger in, then dragging it back.
“Mm,” Jun breathes, his eyes still closed. “You’re perfect. Are you alright?”
