He bent back down, sucking a bruising kiss just above my navel, and I buried my hands in his thick hair.
I knew it wasn't enough, that he wanted more, but I didn't have a road map for this. I'd never had a lover I trusted.
Apparently it was enough for now, because he went back to work with single-minded intensity, leaving words aside in favor of showing me. I wanted to reciprocate, but every time I tried to sit up or to turn over, he pushed me back, gently but inexorably.
By the time he worked his way down between my thighs, I was already panting, cock curving back toward my stomach and pleading for attention.
He bypassed it completely.
"Lucian! Lucian, please, come on, please just touch —"
I let out a yelp of shock followed by a groan of something more than pleasure as he dipped below my balls and flicked his tongue over my hole.
I flailed, but he held me down, his arm immovable across my abdomen, and thrust his tongue inside me.
