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He laughs softly into my mouth.
“Did you just squeeze my ass?”
“It’s such a great ass.”
He slides his hand around to my back and slips his fingers under the boxer briefs I’m wearing.
“Mm,” he hums as he gives my skinny ass a squeeze. “This is a great ass.”
“Liar.”
His head snaps back, like he’s been slapped.
“Don’t argue with me. You have a great ass okay?”
“Okay.”
He dots little kisses all over my face while he kneads the flesh of my ass-cheeks like he really is into it.
When his fingertips graze the crease, a pleasurable little shiver runs through me and he notices, because he lingers there.
He pulls my underwear down, my cock springing free, before pulling the blanket off us completely.
“Alexei, fuck.” I slide my hands up and down his sexy chest when he climbs between my legs. Sliding around to his backand coming back around to let my fingers trace the scar on his shoulder.
When I slip my hands under his waistband again, he lifts himself up on his elbows to let me pull his boxer briefs down.
It’s light enough in the bedroom that I can see everything. And when I pull his underwear off completely, I get my first real look at his fully naked body and it’s just as glorious as I thought it would be.
I guide his hips down so our skin brushes and his whole body shivers violently at the contact. I have to remind myself that this is the first time he’s really been naked with someone. He’s experiencing this all with fresh eyes.
His hips start moving instinctively and I kiss him as we rock slowly. The sensation of his bare cock against mine drives me crazy, and I have to stop myself from speeding up. Alexei has to be asleep at a reasonable hour, but we still have time, and I’m going to take it.
He looks down at me and brushes my hair behind my ear.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
His eyes are bright, his pupils huge.
“Amazing.”
“Good.”
I wrap my hand around us and we look down to see our heads rubbing together. Using my thumb to smear pre-cum over us both. Alexei’s cock leaks, more than just a bead, and I think I could make him come with a couple of strokes. But I don’t want to do that. I owe him a blow job, or a few.
“Lie on your back,” I say.
He does as I ask and climbs off me. I miss the contact of skin-on-skin, but I know I’ll get it back in a second.
I’ve never wanted to make someone feel good as much as I do right now as I slide down the bed between his legs and lick thebase of his cock. I relish every little detail. His taste. His smell. His shape.
He moans the second I wrap my lips around his head. It’s the first completely unrestricted sound I’ve heard him make off the ice and I could get addicted to hearing him moan like that.
His taste floods my mouth. The tang of pre-cum on my tongue. The smell of his skin as I take him to the root. The brush of his pubic hair against my nose.
“Fuck, baby.”
I relish him calling me baby. Lap it up while I make him feel good. Feeling his legs tremble beneath me.