I barely get the words out before he’s
crawling onto me, all hands and kisses. Somehow he manages to get
my shirt off without seeming to remove his lips from mine, and my
pants are gone, lost somewhere beneath the covers at the foot of
the bed. “Neal,” he sighs, his mouth on the hollow of my throat, my
nipples, my belly button. His tongue trails along my erection,
around my scrotum, over hidden flesh. He licks into me until I arch
against him, and his hands cradle my buttocks, pull me to him. When
he takes me into his mouth, I gasp his name and fist my hands into
the sheets, his tongue swirling down around me, he’s so hot, so
soft, so wet and amazing and I thrust into him, once, twice,
forever.
I come in a heady rush that leaves me
trembling, but he’s a gentle lover, he holds me tight until my
heart stops its wild beating, whispers he loves me, he wants me, he
needs me. Me.He’s tender when he enters me, kissing my