I finally licked my way back up to his ear into which I declared him a tasty morsel. He was so undone he simply purred. I then rolled him over and kissed him. I could hardly recall the last time I tasted a man this way. Nobody much bothered with it, but then most cared only to unload and move on. As my lips met Ben’s, the idea of his moving on was far distant.
He responded fully, tongue going after mine, and I got he was well practiced at intimacy. I was unexpectedly stung by a moment’s jealousy of the man who took him so fully and wronged him so badly, but this jealousy quickly gave way to pleasure in the present.
I purposely didn’t let this kissing become urgent as the satisfaction I sought wasn’t a passing sort. I wanted to possess Ben Wylie, keep on with him long as I could, never mind he said he’d move on. With encouragement such as presently undertaken, he might not go.