So, I did. I leaned forward, set my tongue against his navel and moved up, lapping my way over his abdomen, which quivered and tightened under me, and right up along his sternum until I reached the base of his neck. Then I sank my teeth into his throat, sucking at the softness of his flesh, inhaling the aroma that was purely him, delighting in his groan as it vibrated against my teeth.
He shifted his face to the side to look at me, and that look in his green eyes, so full of trust and affection...I wanted to trap this moment in my memory banks forever. I stroked the tips of my fingers along either side of his face, memorizing each detail, how it felt, smelled, tasted. Then I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to his. He pulled as far away from his cuffs as he could to meet my kiss and try to take it further, but I stopped him, wanting to explore more all by myself. Grinning, he leaned back into the cushions, watching me.
I spent a few minutes playing in his hair. He groaned every time my fingernails skimmed his scalp. Then I pressed quick tender kisses down each arm, determined not to miss a single mole or freckle. And what my mouth missed, my fingers followed along behind to gobble up.
“Christ,” he murmured, closing his eyes and tipping his head back as he enjoyed my administrations. “That feels good.”
With a smile, I sprinkled a little loving across his chest and down his stomach. He sucked in a breath when I reach the V at the base of his abdomen. I grinned up at him and he blew out the breath he’d just drawn to let me know I was torturing him.
Keeping eye contact, I slid my fingers around the base of his cock and lifted it from his stomach, then I leaned in to take the head between my lips. I watched his eyes dilate as the salty flavor hit my tongue.
“Holy...” he tried to say and then gave up. A droplet of sweat slithered down his temple.
Not taking my gaze from his face, I sucked him in deeper until he hit the back of my throat. His lips parted and he couldn’t seem to do anything past breathing as I drew him in an inch deeper. I still couldn’t take all of him, but that didn’t stop me from pulling and drawing him back in.
“God,” he gasped, his eyes fixed on mine only to occasionally drift to my lips still wrapped around him, and then return to my eyes again.
I fondled his sack for a few seconds and his scrotum tightened under my tender loving care. He was getting close. But I didn’t want him finishing in my mouth.
When I pulled off him, he groaned but didn’t argue. He only watched, his eyes heating as I picked up the condom box, which was way more than half empty by this point.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured as I rolled the prophylactic over his massive length. I knew he had to mean it, too, because he had no idea I could understand every word he said.
Instead of facing him, I turned my back to him as I straddled his lap. He hummed his approval and tried to lift his lap before I was ready. So I set a hand on his hip, restraining him to the bed, and twisted with a warning smile as I shook my fingers at him.
“Okay,” he told me, breathing hard as another trail of sweat rolled off him. “I’ll behave, I swear. But fuck, I love this game.”
I laughed, loving it myself. Then I grabbed hold of him and positioned myself above him so he rubbed up against the opening of my anus.
“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” His voice was high with surprise and an overload of lust. “This is too good to be true.”
But at the last second, I glanced back at him, winked and moved him to my *. “Damn, you little tease....” But the word tease came as a groan because that’s when I sat on him, impaling myself completely. “Shit. Okay. This way’s not so bad either. Fuck.”
I threw my head back and laughed as I rode him. He cursed some more, and I started spouting shit off in Spanish because I just couldn’t help myself. When I began to contract, squeezing an intense orgasm out of me, he shouted his own release and surged up his hips.
As soon as we finished, I crawled off him and took care of his condom for him.
“Thank you,” he murmured, eyeing me as if I’d handed him a million bucks or something. Then I curled up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder so I could look into his eyes.
Neither of us mentioned taking off the handcuffs yet. I think we both equally liked being this way. His lashes fluttered, telling me he was getting drowsy. I smiled and stroked his jaw, and his lips tipped up under the caress.
“You don’t know this yet,” he told me, his voice full of sleep. “But I’m going to keep you. We’re going to make this work, language barrier or not. Because nothing has ever been that amazing.”
His green eyes were full of so much sincerity, I had to close my own and press my face against the side of his neck. “Te amo,” I told him, ashamed and guilty that I couldn’t confess it in English, that I couldn’t confess anything to him.
I didn’t deserve this wonderful, amazing man. Everything I’d ever had with him was founded on a lie of my own making and he should have more, so much more than that.