Page 22 of Fruitbat

He curls his tongue, pulls back, and drags it up the underside of my shaft, kissing my cock’s tip with his pillowy lips, and repeating long slow laps while staring into my eyes.

“Good?” he asks with a devilish grin, squeezing my cock in his fist and holding it against his lip.

“So good.” I groan, hooking his chin with my index finger and lifting him upright, on his knees. I bend forward and kiss his beautiful sticky lips.

His salty wet tongue enters my mouth and shares the nutty flavor of my own body with me.

I climb onto the mattress, knees to knees, and wrap around him, pressing my chest and belly to his. Metaphysical static tingles my skin from the tip of my nose to my outstretched toes.

“You're delicious.” He says, into my cheek, gaping his mouth and fogging my skin with heaving breaths.

I nuzzle into his neck and squeeze him tight against me.

Si slips the billowing purple shirt off his shoulders and tosses it to the floor.

I guide him back, laying him out like a buffet I’m about to devour, covering his mouth with mine while I undo the button fly of his jeans and pull them away.

His dick stands straight up, like a pretty pink rocket, ready to blast off.

I wet my lips with the slip of my tongue and dive down on him.

His body squirms and his throat catches, as fists grip my hair.

I roll my tongue and bob up and down.I knew he’d taste sweet all over.

“Danny, slow down,” he pleads. “Make it last.”

“Mmm . . .” I hum, widening my mouth and reaching my tongue out to lap long, slippery strokes from his balls to his tip.

His belly caves, expelling air from his diaphragm and he tugs my ear.

“Come kiss me,” he whispers.

I wrap my fingers around the base of his dick and squeeze it taut, stroking him with my thumb. Trailing kisses to his belly and painting the rest of the way toward his neck with my tongue. I savor the taste of him as he pants above me. I nibble his skin at the base of his throat, crawling the last few steps, and cover his mouth with mine. His tongue greets me, and he pulls my body on top of him.

I spread his thighs with my knees and settle in. His wet dick presses into my belly, rolling against him.

“That’s good,” he rasps, folding his long legs around me, crossing his ankles, and locking me in.

His slick wetness tacks my belly hairs to my skin.

Groans rise through my chest and into his mouth.

He echoes them back.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks.

Do we need one?“Yes.” I stretch for the side table drawer and reach two fingers inside, pinching a familiar foil wrapper and bringing it to my teeth.

His nose grazes mine as he bites the corner of the packet and tears it open with grit teeth, staring into me with dreamy crystalline eyes.

He spits the sliver of wrapper from the side of his mouth. “Fuck me,” he whispers as his fingers pull the rubber ring from the foil and he pokes the center of the disc with his tongue before reaching down to cover my cock.

I breathe out deeply, once . . . twice, while his fingers slip the tight rubber over my desperate pulsing dick.

He brings his palm to his mouth and Laps generous coatings of spit all over his fingers.

I’m primed and need to be inside him.

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