As sexy as he looks, I can't help smiling back at him, amused as I am aroused. I love you. I mouth the words as I stroke his chin with my thumbs, urging his mouth open wider. Taking my cock in hand, I pull back the foreskin with a quiet grunt, sliding the head between his lips and across his tongue.

My own mouth falls open on a silent moan and I pull my hands back to rest my elbows on the counter, arching my back and tugging my shirt up so I can watch him suck me off.

All of my worries seem to melt away as he sucks my cock, mind going blank of everything but him-- how good he looks, how good he feels, how much I love him. "Fuck, Oliver. That's good."