He shivered, and his cock nudged my groin, and I felt like the most powerful gay boy on the planet.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, lightly scraped his scalp with my fingernails, and he whimpered. The man whimpered!
I tugged his head down, moistened my lips, and brought our mouths together. His lips were warm and soft, and I liked that he let me control the kiss. I pressed my lips to his in butterfly kisses, then parted my lips and touched the tip of my tongue to the seam of his mouth.
That was when he took control. He bent me over his arm, brought a hand up to close gently around my throat. Heat flared through my body, and I gasped. He took that opportunity to plunder my mouth, and I had to cling to him to keep from losing my balance.
The man was a world-class kisser, and I wanted to do this with him for the rest of my life.