I reached out and put my hand on his chest, sliding my fingers over the firm muscle and squeezing it. Leaning in for a kiss, I let my hands explore his body. I loved that I knew how to play him like a finely tuned instrument, but that didn’t mean I’d ever want to stop exploring.
Pushing his chest gently, I guided him backwards to the bed. Simon took the hint and spread himself out in the middle, his skin beautifully flushed in anticipation. I followed him, leaning over him as I began to kiss down his chest, toying with his nipples and sucking them until each nub was hard and Simon was gasping.
My mouth moved lower, tracing over the soft skin of his stomach and down to his hips. I pushed his legs a little wider, and sucked marks into the inside of his thighs, deliberately bypassing his cock, which was leaking precum onto Simon’s stomach. Simon whined as I ran my finger across the swollen head, collecting his salty precum on my fingers and sucking them into my mouth.
“You taste so good, baby,” I said, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.
“Please.” He was close to begging already, and I was tempted to give in and fuck him. But I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it, no matter how many pretty noises fell from his lips. Even if it was really fucking hard to ignore them.
“Not yet.” I resumed kissing down his thighs, pushing them even wider as I moved my mouth towards his tight hole.
“Fuck!” Simon gasped out as I ran my tongue down his taint and began to tease the tight ring of furled muscle. I chuckled to myself as I ran my tongue over his hole. I loved eating him out and feeling him relax around me, listening to him whine and moan and beg for more. I moved my finger to press against him as my tongue pushed into him. Simon cried out, his hips desperately chasing my touch.
“More, Taylor. Please. I need more.”
“Can you reach the lube?” I asked, lifting my head and kissing his thigh. Simon already looked half-wrecked, chest heaving and sweat beading on his skin. He nodded and stretched out his fingers for the bottle on the bedside table. I took it from him, squeezing some onto my fingers and circling his entrance. His cock throbbed, leaking more precum onto his stomach as I gently pressed a finger inside him.
“Oh God. More,” Simon said, biting his lip. “Please.”
I gave him a minute to adjust, slowly kissing down his thigh towards his cock. Then I pushed a second finger in and wrapped my lips around his dick.
“Shit! Fuck yes!” Simon cried out as I sucked him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his shaft as I pressed my fingers deeper into him. I fucking loved working him open like this, and it didn’t take long to reduce Simon to nothing more than a whimpering, begging mess, desperate for my cock.
Slowly, I pulled my fingers away and released his cock with a wet pop. Reaching for a condom, I quickly rolled one on, pumping my cock lazily as I looked at Simon spread out beneath me. He was so fucking perfect, and I still couldn’t believe he was mine now.
“I love you,” I said, leaning down to take his mouth as I lined my cock up. “So fucking much. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Yes,” Simon moaned as I pushed into him. “All yours. I always was. Love you.”
I groaned as I bottomed out. I didn’t think I’d ever get bored of being inside him. Although, I was starting to get curious about how it would feel to have him inside me. Simon had said he didn’t top very often, and I was the same about bottoming. Still, I was intrigued about what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me as I told him exactly how to fuck me.
We kept kissing as I rocked slowly in and out of him. We weren’t in any rush today, and I wanted to feel him fall apart underneath me. Simon’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into him. He groaned against my lips as my cock rubbed over his prostate. I smiled, shifting my hips to keep them at that angle and began to thrust a little harder and a little deeper, tagging his sweet spot with every move. Simon groaned, murmuring broken words into my ear. Pleasure consumed me, white hot and constant. This wasn’t an explosion, but a deep, slow burn that felt like it would last forever.
“Touch yourself.” I felt familiar heat under my skin and tightness in my balls. “I want you to come for me.”
Simon nodded, too far gone for words. He slid his hand between us, wrapping it around his cock.
“Taylor,” he said with a groan, eyes wide with pleasure.
“That’s it. Come for me.” I thrust deep inside him. Simon shattered. He cried out, his channel tightening around me as he came, pulling my own orgasm out of me. I came with a shout, bliss flooding my body as I emptied deep inside him.
“Love you,” Simon said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you too.” I knew I’d never stop loving him. He was it for me.
The realisation sank into my chest, burning like a mini sun, but it didn’t frighten me. Instead, the warmth of the revelation seeped into my bones, and for the first time in my life I felt whole.
Afterwards, we lay together, curled up in each other’s arms, exchanging lazy kisses and murmured words.
“So,” said Simon, “where shall we go for our first official date?”
“Hmm.” I kissed him while I pretended to think. “Can I take
