Oh, the love. :)
How could anyone resist this?
Moving my hand up and down at a slow pace, I enjoy the silky feeling on my skin and the warm water floating around us. I let my thumb swipe over the tip again, this time in slow motion making him feel everything more intensely. Or so I hope. Mouth arrives at his neck and I nuzzle in close while my free hand slides up his back. Up, down, up and down again, just as slow as my other hand moves on his cock. Sliding all the way down away from his cock to cup his balls and squeezing them lightly.
"I've no intention of stopping," I murmur against his throat. Lips close around what would've been a pulse point if he had a pulse. Light sucks, gentle scrape of teeth. I like gentle, and soft, and slow, especially now. I keep listening to the sounds he's making, or trying not to make. The way his body tenses in a good way, the way those muscles react to my touches. "I love you," I whisper, moving from one side of his throat to the other while fingers find their way into his hair again.
Letting go of his balls, I wrap my hand around his throbbing shaft once more. A gentle squeeze starts and slowly, slowly I build the pressure, hold it for a moment and then move my hand away again. "Love the way you feel," I whisper in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and moving back to his throat again. "I love the way you sound. I love the way you look. I love the way you are. I love *you*." My thumb moves over the tip of his cock again, sliding through pre-come and I really, really wish I could bend down and suck him into my mouth. For now, my hand will have to do.
That was Wes as the 'I', if you hadn't guessed. *loves on FG*
Moving my hand up and down at a slow pace, I enjoy the silky feeling on my skin and the warm water floating around us. I let my thumb swipe over the tip again, this time in slow motion making him feel everything more intensely. Or so I hope. Mouth arrives at his neck and I nuzzle in close while my free hand slides up his back. Up, down, up and down again, just as slow as my other hand moves on his cock. Sliding all the way down away from his cock to cup his balls and squeezing them lightly.
"I've no intention of stopping," I murmur against his throat. Lips close around what would've been a pulse point if he had a pulse. Light sucks, gentle scrape of teeth. I like gentle, and soft, and slow, especially now. I keep listening to the sounds he's making, or trying not to make. The way his body tenses in a good way, the way those muscles react to my touches. "I love you," I whisper, moving from one side of his throat to the other while fingers find their way into his hair again.
Letting go of his balls, I wrap my hand around his throbbing shaft once more. A gentle squeeze starts and slowly, slowly I build the pressure, hold it for a moment and then move my hand away again. "Love the way you feel," I whisper in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and moving back to his throat again. "I love the way you sound. I love the way you look. I love the way you are. I love *you*." My thumb moves over the tip of his cock again, sliding through pre-come and I really, really wish I could bend down and suck him into my mouth. For now, my hand will have to do.
That was Wes as the 'I', if you hadn't guessed. *loves on FG*