stubble scratched my cheeks. He smelled like sweet chai, cloves and cinnamon, and I inhaled him deeply, lost for a moment in the sensations of touch and scent.
‘I brought you a gift,’ he said, whispering against my mouth, his hips moving forward to grind slowly against me. His bare cock nudged my thighs.
‘Mmm … what is it?’ I couldn’t help but giggle. He was always saying dorky but adorable things in bed.
‘You’ll have to see,’ he said.
‘A gift, huh,’ I teased. ‘Did you wrap it?’
‘Not yet. It’s like a reverse gift. First you get it, then you wrap it.’
‘Funny man,’ I said as I reached between us to stroke him. ‘Oh, you did sleep well. That’s some lovely morning wood.’
I loved the way he curved upward slightly when he was fully hard, how he pulsed lightly against my palm. He had a beautiful cock, a smooth length that bowed into an impossibly soft head.
‘Maybe I should stay over more often,’ he said.
I only hesitated a second before he gave a teasing nip at my ear. ‘Maybe you should,’ I said. ‘Especially if it means I get to do this before coffee…’
I was still speaking when he slipped a hand between my legs, parting them with the spread of his fingers. With a firming touch, he stroked me, wrapping his fingers lightly to tug at my dark curls. I felt myself open under his touch, already growing wet. It never took much around Kyle.
Kyle leaned in to kiss my neck, letting his mouth linger in the hollows, his tongue moving in time to his fingers. I couldn’t help but buck my hips up toward his fingers. His touch was too soft. I wanted, needed more.
‘It’s almost like you want me or something,’ he said, teasing with his tone as much as with his fingers.
‘Kyle…’
Still he teased with soft strokes, refusing to give in to my low whimpers of want.
‘Cruel,’ I said. My voice stuttered with the sweet pleasures of his touch. ‘So cruel.’
His grin was sharply wicked. His touch even more so, as he brought his hand back and then thrust forward, two fingers sliding deep inside me. I brought my hips up into the movement, letting my body welcome him. He curled his fingers against my g-spot, tugging forward until I felt small bursts of pleasure coil up through me.
So close. I loved that sweet moment when you can feel orgasm just over the horizon, can see it from the corner of your eye but can’t quite reach it.
‘More?’ he asked.
‘More, please,’ I said.
He pulled away again, a gesture that left me emptied of pleasure and breath. With another thrust, he entered me again, more fingers, stretching me wider. I bucked against him, taking the lead to angle myself where his touch gave me the most pleasure.
His mouth found my nipple, tongue looping it lightly before he closed his lips to tug against the sensitive skin. I loved having my nipples sucked – sometimes I thought I could get off on that alone – and I arched into the pull of his mouth. He took more of me in, the pressure and release matching the movement of his fingers inside me. I groaned softly, unable to resist making the noises my body wanted me to make.
Kyle pulled away to look at me.
‘How much time?’ he asked.
‘Five minutes,’ I breathed.
‘How do you know?’
‘Internal clock?’
‘I think you’re full of it…’
‘Listen,’ I said, panting. ‘I can use my mouth to argue about it or I can use my mouth to kiss you while you fuck me.’
He snapped his fingers in the air as if signalling someone. ‘I need this gift-wrapped.’
Laughing, I reached out and grabbed a condom from the dresser. In the dark, I couldn’t tell which side of the condom was up. Of course, I got it wrong the first time, trying to roll it down the wrong way over his head. I flipped it, got it wrong again, and then flipped it one last time. This time it worked perfectly.
‘They should paint glow-in-the-dark arrows on these things,’ I groused, even as I slid the rubber down over his erection. Condoms were a necessary evil, but there was something I liked about rolling them down, stroking the length of him in the process. There was something he liked about it too; I could tell by the way he arched his hips, pressing his cock upward against my touch.
‘It’s like a USB plug,’ I said, when I had it on.
‘What?’ He put his hand over mine, urging me to stroke him.
‘Um. Hot man with beautiful cock, about to fuck me,’ I said. ‘Will explain technology later.’
‘Geek,’ he said.
‘A geek you’d like to fuck,’ I said.
‘Isn’t that a song?’ he said.
‘Don’t know, don’t care. Why are we talking about this when I could be riding you?’
I rose over him, letting my legs rest on either side of his hips. I loved being on top, loved that moment when I first started to lower myself down over his cock, that moment of connection, when I knew what was to come. He sighed beneath me, eyes meeting mine, his hands settling on my hips. He didn’t pull me towards him, just let me ride myself slowly down on his cock, feeling it fill me, displacing the emptiness inside me with the lovely fullness of pleasure.
For all our playful banter beforehand, our actual sex was quiet. The only sounds we made were a lot of signs and groans, underwritten by the soft slap of our bodies coming together.
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to his, our hips rising and falling in unison, the strokes between us starting slow, a grind that left both of us groaning each time we came apart.
From this position, I could feel the way his cock curved against the hollows of me. Every time I rose off him, his head slid against that sensitive bulb of my g-spot, making me gasp.
His fingers curved tighter around my hips, lifting me higher with each stroke, setting me down harder on him with each return.
‘Touch yourself,’ he said. ‘Please. I want to watch.’
‘I’ll fall.’
‘I’ve got you,’ he said. He shifted his hands slightly, moving them down to cup my curves more fully, holding me up.
Leaning back slightly, I pressed two fingers to the sensitive tip of my clit. He watched me as I touched myself, green eyes lidded with desire. He lifted me in time to the circles of my fingers, matching stroke to stroke.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he said. ‘I love watching you.’
His fingers tightened, nails digging
