Oliver twists away from me and I watch as he positions himself for me, hands against the counter and legs spread. I inhale the scent of old books and leather bindings, his subtle cologne and our shared laundry detergent, and in this moment I am perfectly content. Earlier I had felt so troubled, like there were so many things that I must be missing out on, but I know that I have everything I need, because I have him.
He asks me a question in Italian, words coming easily because he learned it for me, and I smile in a way that’s at odds with our little game because yes, this is exactly where I want him. Right here with me.
“That’s good,” I tell him as I step up behind him, pressing slow kisses to the back of his neck as I reach around him and curl my hand around his cock again, stroking slowly as I grind my hips against his ass.
“I’m trying to decide how I want to fuck you,” I breathe out, letting my teeth press gently against his skin, a suggestion of a bite with no pressure. “Maybe nice and slow, hm? See how long you could take it?”
I slide my other hand down the back of his pants and into his underwear to touch two fingertips confidently to his dry hole, rubbing without pressing in. “Since you can’t come until I say. Maybe I could get you close over and over again. Because we never said that I couldn’t come whenever I wanted.”
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Date: 2023-08-02 05:24 am (UTC)He asks me a question in Italian, words coming easily because he learned it for me, and I smile in a way that’s at odds with our little game because yes, this is exactly where I want him. Right here with me.
“That’s good,” I tell him as I step up behind him, pressing slow kisses to the back of his neck as I reach around him and curl my hand around his cock again, stroking slowly as I grind my hips against his ass.
“I’m trying to decide how I want to fuck you,” I breathe out, letting my teeth press gently against his skin, a suggestion of a bite with no pressure. “Maybe nice and slow, hm? See how long you could take it?”
I slide my other hand down the back of his pants and into his underwear to touch two fingertips confidently to his dry hole, rubbing without pressing in. “Since you can’t come until I say. Maybe I could get you close over and over again. Because we never said that I couldn’t come whenever I wanted.”