All Night Long
Chapter Four: Page Two
"Touch me," he said on a ragged breath.
"Where?" he rasped as he nuzzled his belly, grazed his
soft flesh with his teeth, laved him with his tongue.
"How?"
After those provocative kisses they'd shared, he had no
doubt he knew exactly where he wanted to be stroked,
and how. He'd promised himself that the blindfold he
wore would allow him the freedom to be brazen and bold,
and he grasped the opportunity to be a complete wanton.
For once, he'd deny himself nothing when it came to
indulging in sensual delights. The memories of this one
erotic night would have to last him through years of
private fantasies, and he was determined to store a
dozen for those lonely nights ahead.
Removing one of his hands from his bare ass, he
placed his heated palm on his thigh and guided him
upward. "Right...here," he said on a shuddering sigh
when his long, warm fingers found his slick, tender
flesh. "Slow at first, and gradually increase the
pressure and speed."
Despite his request for him to tell him what he wanted,
the man didn't need any instruction when it came to
heightening his need. He finessed him with a lazy,
rhythmic skill that kept him on the razor sharp
precipice of release and made him restless and wild.
Desperate and beyond ready, he threaded his fingers
through his hair and clenched the silky strands in his
fist. Pulling his head back, he bent over him and
brushed his chest against his mouth. His lips parted,
and he immediately latched on to a stiff nipple and drew
him in, flicking the rigid crest with his tongue,
suckling him greedily.
And still, he needed more. "Seifer...please."
This time he didn't ask what he was pleading for. He
knew. And he gave it to him, deepening his exploration
with two thick fingers while rubbing his thumb along his sacs.
The breathtaking sensations went to his head in a
dizzying rush. His legs quivered and went weak, and he
cried out as pure, fiery bliss engulfed him.
With one last shudder, he sank down to straddle his lap
and expressed his gratitude with a long, lingering kiss
that quickly turned hot and deep. His hands stroked him
bare back, and instead of soothing his desire, his
recent orgasm had ignited a smoldering hunger to return
the favor, to know him just as intimately as he'd just
learned his body.
His lips remained locked with his as he worked the
buttons of his shirt free and pushed the material over
his broad shoulders, down his arms, and off. He rubbed
his chest against his chest while he unbuckled his
belt, unfastened the clasp, and pulled the zipper down
and over the enormous bulge straining the front of his
trousers.
Still sitting on his thighs, he caressed him everywhere
with his hands, and with his lips...starting with his
neck and moving lower. He tongued the erratic pulse at
the base of his throat, and flicked his thumbs over his
erect nipples, making his chest rumble with a sexy
groan.
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Chapter Four: Page Two
"Touch me," he said on a ragged breath.
"Where?" he rasped as he nuzzled his belly, grazed his
soft flesh with his teeth, laved him with his tongue.
"How?"
After those provocative kisses they'd shared, he had no
doubt he knew exactly where he wanted to be stroked,
and how. He'd promised himself that the blindfold he
wore would allow him the freedom to be brazen and bold,
and he grasped the opportunity to be a complete wanton.
For once, he'd deny himself nothing when it came to
indulging in sensual delights. The memories of this one
erotic night would have to last him through years of
private fantasies, and he was determined to store a
dozen for those lonely nights ahead.
Removing one of his hands from his bare ass, he
placed his heated palm on his thigh and guided him
upward. "Right...here," he said on a shuddering sigh
when his long, warm fingers found his slick, tender
flesh. "Slow at first, and gradually increase the
pressure and speed."
Despite his request for him to tell him what he wanted,
the man didn't need any instruction when it came to
heightening his need. He finessed him with a lazy,
rhythmic skill that kept him on the razor sharp
precipice of release and made him restless and wild.
Desperate and beyond ready, he threaded his fingers
through his hair and clenched the silky strands in his
fist. Pulling his head back, he bent over him and
brushed his chest against his mouth. His lips parted,
and he immediately latched on to a stiff nipple and drew
him in, flicking the rigid crest with his tongue,
suckling him greedily.
And still, he needed more. "Seifer...please."
This time he didn't ask what he was pleading for. He
knew. And he gave it to him, deepening his exploration
with two thick fingers while rubbing his thumb along his sacs.
The breathtaking sensations went to his head in a
dizzying rush. His legs quivered and went weak, and he
cried out as pure, fiery bliss engulfed him.
With one last shudder, he sank down to straddle his lap
and expressed his gratitude with a long, lingering kiss
that quickly turned hot and deep. His hands stroked him
bare back, and instead of soothing his desire, his
recent orgasm had ignited a smoldering hunger to return
the favor, to know him just as intimately as he'd just
learned his body.
His lips remained locked with his as he worked the
buttons of his shirt free and pushed the material over
his broad shoulders, down his arms, and off. He rubbed
his chest against his chest while he unbuckled his
belt, unfastened the clasp, and pulled the zipper down
and over the enormous bulge straining the front of his
trousers.
Still sitting on his thighs, he caressed him everywhere
with his hands, and with his lips...starting with his
neck and moving lower. He tongued the erratic pulse at
the base of his throat, and flicked his thumbs over his
erect nipples, making his chest rumble with a sexy
groan.
NEXT