teased him with a brief taste of his tongue until Cary had no choice but to lean against the taut body and pull that pale, beautiful face to his own with his one good arm. A moment later, Antonio lifted off Cary’s shirt and eased it gently over the cast. He wasted no time but found the hard nipples of Cary’s chest with his thumbs, rubbing in narrow circles until Cary growled and pressed his groin against Antonio’s muscled thigh.
No one had touched him like this in years. He had imagined the first time with Antonio would be rough and fast, but nothing in that gentle, insistent touch was anything like what he had imagined. It was so much better.
Antonio kissed a line from the base of his neck, over his Adam’s apple, and up to his right ear. “Oh fuck,” Cary moaned, not sure if he had spoken English or Italian or even if he had spoken at all. Antonio pulled at the lobe of Cary’s ear with his teeth and licked around the outside until Cary trembled.
“Come.” Antonio backed away from the couch with an outstretched arm. “There’s no need to rush this evening. I want you to be comfortable while I make love to you.”
Make love? Cary wondered from a distance. Is that what this is? He didn’t like things slow and deliberate, did he? But even as those thoughts crossed his foggy brain, he knew he had no will to resist, and he’d be a fool if he did.
A moment later he was facedown on the bed as Antonio pulled down his jeans and briefs. He felt that hot mouth on his skin, the tongue licking and tasting, the teeth biting at his thighs and his ass until he cried out. “Fuck me,” he hissed. “Oh, please fuck me.”
But Antonio's mouth did not cease its insistent exploration, and his mouth was soon joined by his large hands as they ghosted over Cary’s skin with surprising gentleness. He wasn’t sure why he had expected them to be rough, but they weren’t. Powerful, yes, but smooth and oh so sensual.
“I’m not in a hurry,” Antonio whispered. “And we have the whole night.”
Cary wanted to protest, to tell Antonio he couldn’t wait, that he needed this now , but Antonio was feathering kisses up his spine, and his ability to speak seemed to dissolve somewhere between his brain and his mouth. And he loved it. Loved the tender touch of those lips upon his skin and the tickle of blond curls that followed close behind. Loved the attention he hadn’t even known he’d craved.
The bruises on his back had mostly faded, but Antonio found each and every one and licked the skin there as if to make him forget the pain. “You didn’t make it easy on me,” Antonio whispered as he came up for breath. “God. From that first night, when I saw you standing naked in this room, I wanted this. You don’t know how hard it was not to take you right there, bruises and all.”
Antonio’s words made Cary shiver.
He wanted me all along? He felt dizzy, overwhelmed at the realization. And so, so turned on.
Cary tried to roll over, but Antonio stopped him. “So impatient,” he chuckled as he began to massage Cary’s tense shoulders.
“Oh fuck,” Cary moaned. This was torture, having the man so close and being unable to touch him. And yet, as he lay there, unable to do anything but feel those fingers and that mouth upon his skin, he felt as though the stress of the evening had been driven away, his guilt forgotten.
“Better?”
Cary watched as Antonio stepped back from the bed a few minutes later and began to unbutton his shirt. “Mmm.”
Antonio’s shirt fluttered to the ground.
Although Cary had traced the outline of that powerful chest the night before, seeing it now for the first time, the urge to touch it again proved too strong. He got up from the bed and ghosted his fingers over the pale, downy hair. He kissed one nipple and then the other, then licked a line down the center of his chest until he was on his knees and reaching for the buckle of Antonio’s belt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he unfastened
No one had touched him like this in years. He had imagined the first time with Antonio would be rough and fast, but nothing in that gentle, insistent touch was anything like what he had imagined. It was so much better.
Antonio kissed a line from the base of his neck, over his Adam’s apple, and up to his right ear. “Oh fuck,” Cary moaned, not sure if he had spoken English or Italian or even if he had spoken at all. Antonio pulled at the lobe of Cary’s ear with his teeth and licked around the outside until Cary trembled.
“Come.” Antonio backed away from the couch with an outstretched arm. “There’s no need to rush this evening. I want you to be comfortable while I make love to you.”
Make love? Cary wondered from a distance. Is that what this is? He didn’t like things slow and deliberate, did he? But even as those thoughts crossed his foggy brain, he knew he had no will to resist, and he’d be a fool if he did.
A moment later he was facedown on the bed as Antonio pulled down his jeans and briefs. He felt that hot mouth on his skin, the tongue licking and tasting, the teeth biting at his thighs and his ass until he cried out. “Fuck me,” he hissed. “Oh, please fuck me.”
But Antonio's mouth did not cease its insistent exploration, and his mouth was soon joined by his large hands as they ghosted over Cary’s skin with surprising gentleness. He wasn’t sure why he had expected them to be rough, but they weren’t. Powerful, yes, but smooth and oh so sensual.
“I’m not in a hurry,” Antonio whispered. “And we have the whole night.”
Cary wanted to protest, to tell Antonio he couldn’t wait, that he needed this now , but Antonio was feathering kisses up his spine, and his ability to speak seemed to dissolve somewhere between his brain and his mouth. And he loved it. Loved the tender touch of those lips upon his skin and the tickle of blond curls that followed close behind. Loved the attention he hadn’t even known he’d craved.
The bruises on his back had mostly faded, but Antonio found each and every one and licked the skin there as if to make him forget the pain. “You didn’t make it easy on me,” Antonio whispered as he came up for breath. “God. From that first night, when I saw you standing naked in this room, I wanted this. You don’t know how hard it was not to take you right there, bruises and all.”
Antonio’s words made Cary shiver.
He wanted me all along? He felt dizzy, overwhelmed at the realization. And so, so turned on.
Cary tried to roll over, but Antonio stopped him. “So impatient,” he chuckled as he began to massage Cary’s tense shoulders.
“Oh fuck,” Cary moaned. This was torture, having the man so close and being unable to touch him. And yet, as he lay there, unable to do anything but feel those fingers and that mouth upon his skin, he felt as though the stress of the evening had been driven away, his guilt forgotten.
“Better?”
Cary watched as Antonio stepped back from the bed a few minutes later and began to unbutton his shirt. “Mmm.”
Antonio’s shirt fluttered to the ground.
Although Cary had traced the outline of that powerful chest the night before, seeing it now for the first time, the urge to touch it again proved too strong. He got up from the bed and ghosted his fingers over the pale, downy hair. He kissed one nipple and then the other, then licked a line down the center of his chest until he was on his knees and reaching for the buckle of Antonio’s belt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he unfastened
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