Page 40 of French Martini

His cock jerks as I drag my hand down his belly.

“That’s fine.”

I laugh again at his composed response, completely at odds with his physical reaction to me.

“What kind of cologne do you wear?”

Lowen’s brow creases. “Why?”

“Because I like it and I want to know.” I nibble his thigh. “It’s unique.”

“It’s a custom scent from a perfumery in Paris.”

“That’s why it’s unique. It’s just for you?”

He nods. “Glad you appreciate it.”

“Oh, I do.” I tickle his belly button with my fingertip. “You should probably know a few things about me.” I slide my hands under him and tug him forward until his ass is resting on mythighs. He’s at an angle now, with his hips raised and his head on the mattress.

I notice how his fingers twist in my comforter but his face remains impassive. “I’m listening.”

“I have a lot of patience and an equal amount of stamina.”

He nods, but his eyes heat.

“I love dirty talk.”

He tries to fight his smile. “Noted.”

“And I don’t want to admit how many times I’ve fantasized about having you in my bed, but now that I do, I’m gonna make the most of it.”

He looks surprised for a second until he blinks it away. “Big words.”

I love that he still has a little fight in him, but before I’m done, he’s gonna be a whimpering mess covered in cum.

“I can deliver,” I say. Leaning forward, I grip his chin, my cock brushing against his taut belly. “Now you be a good little kitten and take what I give you.”

A glint of defiance flashes in his eyes. “Don’t expect me to call you Daddy.”

I huff a laugh at that. “I don’t want to be your Daddy, gorgeous.”

“What do you want to be?”

Everything.I have to bite back a response he’s not ready to hear yet. “Just the guy who makes you feel good.”

Sliding my hand under his neck, I scoop him up and kiss him hard enough to leave him gasping softly to catch his breath, then I drop him, smiling as he bounces on my mattress. Next I run my hands up and down his supple thighs. There doesn’t seem to be a strand of hair on them, and I wonder how he keeps his skin so smooth, but I’ll ask another time. Right now, I have a tightly wound angel to unravel.

I buy myself a little time to formulate a plan by kissing along the inside of his thigh, recalling a video I used to watch on repeat years ago where one guy edged the other for what seemed like hours.

Yes. That’s what Lowen needs. He needs to get to the point of begging to come.

With my hands cupping his ass, I lift his body up until I can kiss and nibble his cock through the panties, keeping my eyes fixed on his face. Then I balance him and tug the panties to the side so I can drag my tongue along his crease.

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

“Legs on my shoulders, gorgeous.”

I help him get into position, and with his legs spread and his ass and cock on display in front of me like a buffet, I dive in, licking into his ass but ignoring his balls even as they brush against my nose. Until the day he lets me fuck him, there’s really nothing I’d rather do than tongue fuck this man into oblivion.

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