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“Fuck! Suck it, please! Please put your mouth on me, Ty.”

“All you had to do was ask,” I say, licking my lips with anticipation.

I’m utterly turned on by the way he’s falling apart, that the thought of his cock in my mouth—that I never went for before—is driving me crazy. Licking the seam, kissing his tight balls before going back to the angry head, I cover it with my mouth. Now I’m moaning. The vibration must be driving him insane. With long strokes up and down, I hold it in my hand tightly. Chris grips my shoulders.

“Fuck! Fuck!” His voice stammers as excitement builds bit by bit. “Oh my God, that’s amazing, Tyler! Yes!”

So I stop, back down the toy and step away.

“Whaa!” he cries. Standing there wanton, darkly flushed and heaving, I stand up. Peeling my shirt off slowly, I then release my pants, allowing them to pool on the floor, I step out of them and my shoes.

Chris moves to step forward. “Nope. Stay there,” I order.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He’s not mad, just concerned.

“This won’t be quick. I want more tonight. This will be a long night.”

“It’s noon.”

“Exactly,” I tell him, smiling.

Trying to calm his breathing, walking with a painfully stiff hard-on and a toy still firmly held in his ass, Chris is hesitant until I ask, “Where are your condoms?”

“Bathroom on the left, first drawer.” Leaning forward on the table in the hall, as I move he stays rooted in place. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to wait here. I don’t think I can walk without going off. I need to relax for a minute.”

Laughing, I walk off to the bathroom he’d indicated and open the drawer. After picking out a few, I start back out.

Walking back into the living room, I look at Chris and realize that this is the right place for me at this time. The giant man with his scars, both in and out—the tattoos and marks from war—makes him beautiful to me. I’m in awe of him.

“Come here, Chris.” I’m not demanding usually, but it’s been so long for me, I want it perfect.

Lifting a finger, telling me to wait a sec, I giggle. It’s not very manly, but who would really call me manly anyway?

Standing to his full height, walking with a hitch in his step, I wait. As he makes his way across I hand him the condom. Unwrapping the package and moving to roll it over mine for me, I shift away. “Not this time.”

As understanding hits, he smiles. It’s beaming, glorious, and lovely. Rolling it in place, he asks, “You’re sure?”

I know this is the right time with the right man. I’m glad I’ve waited to give myself to someone again, so I nod.

Grasping my face in his hands, he strokes a thumb down either side of my cheeks, placing his lips to mine reverently. We breathe for one another. It’s intimate, slow, and with care. Without breaking away, I ask, “Where do you want me? It’s your apartment this time.”

He groans. “Table, please.”

Turning until my backside hits the edge, I grip it gently.

“How long has it been, Ty?”

“Long enough. Just be gentle.”

Laying a hand down my side, he pets me. “Do you still have the remote?”

“Yes. Would you like it on again?” I ask.

“Not yet, but soon.” Drawing lazy lines down my back, I know he’s looking at me and seeing me. “Hold on to the table and don’t let go, Ty.”

I understand it’s his turn for power. I can do that. It’s been a long time, but I used to love this so I’m excited.

As his hands roam my body, his touch light as it traces muscles, stroking the skin of my inner thighs, almost touching my scrotum, then moving again. My breathing changes. As his hand wraps around to touch me, stroking lightly, I feel his body back away. Anticipating where he’ll touch me next, he surprises me. He trails kisses along my back down to my tailbone, across my left cheek, then the right. I love it when he spreads my cheeks and touches with his lips. I sigh at the sweet care.

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