Sucking Eric was almost as good as fucking him…almost. I loved feeling him beneath me and hearing him moan my name as I made him come. I’d been with men who didn’t seem to fully appreciate sex. Sure, they got off on it, but to them, the act itself was a chore. They went through the motions almost robotically.
Eric was different. He genuinely seemed to enjoy every aspect of sex. I never felt like he was mentally somewhere else when we were together either. He always seemed to be present and in the moment. No matter what kind of shitty day he’d had at work or what drama was going on with his brothers, when we were intimate, all of that stuff went away and his focus was solely on pleasuring me and himself.
Eric groaned when he came and shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop he gave before pulling away from him.
“You give good head, Dr. Holt,” he said before leaning over to kiss me.
“Thank you.”