Page 54 of Prince Material
Hearing the effect I had on him gave me a rush of power, a daring kind of determination. I could do this. I wanted to do this. My mouth moved with purpose, closing over a nipple and sucking it between my teeth. Floris let out a strangled groan, his body tensing and then shuddering with each sensation.
I rolled the nipple with my tongue, then bit down enough to make Floris toss his head back and gasp out loud. I was determined to wring as many of those sounds out of Floris as I could, to make him feel the same mindless pleasure that I had felt when Floris had been sucking me off.
I moved to the other nipple and gave it the same thorough treatment, licking and nipping and kissing until Floris was bucking beneath me, his entire body taut with need. I had never seen Floris like this, so unrestrained, so overwhelmed, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Downward my journey went, dipping my tongue into his navel, nuzzling the trail of hair below it. Floris’s breaths were coming faster now, little whimpers escaping him as I drew closer to where he so clearly wanted me.
My hands skimmed lower, brushing over his thighs, teasing him as I avoided touching his dick. Floris let out a low groan, his hips canting upwards, seeking friction.
“Orson, please,” he gasped, desperation leaking into his voice.
I took pity on him then, wrapping my hand around his straining erection. We both moaned at the contact. I took a moment to explore, to catalog the weight of it in my palm, the heat, the silken texture of the skin. He was so hard that theforeskin had peeled back and his tip was wholly visible. Slowly, I began to stroke him, spreading the bead of moisture at the tip with my thumb.
Emboldened, I set a steady rhythm, working him with firm strokes. It was different than getting myself off; the angle was strange and my wrist started to ache after a few minutes. But it was worth it to watch Floris slowly come undone beneath my touch, worth it to hear the breathless little moans and whimpers he let out, to feel him throb and pulse in my grip. His eyes were screwed shut, his kiss-swollen lips parted as he panted for breath. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. He looked utterly debauched, and it was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. He was breathtaking like this, lost in pleasure that I was giving him. Pride swelled inside me at the knowledge that I could affect him this way, that I could make him feel this good.
I varied my strokes, alternating between long pulls from base to tip and shorter, faster jerks over the head. Floris’s hips began to move, thrusting up into my fist as he chased his release.
“Orson,” he panted, his voice strained. “I’m close, I’m gonna…”
I doubled my efforts, my hand flying over his cock as I twisted my wrist on every upstroke, the same way I liked it on myself. Floris seemed to approve, if the way his moans increased in pitch and volume were any indication. A few more firm strokes and he was coming with a low cry, spilling over my fist and onto his own stomach. I worked him through it, slowing my strokes but not stopping until he whimpered from the sensitivity.
I finally released him, my hand sticky with his release. Floris lay there panting, his chest heaving as he came down from his high. I stared at him in wonder, marveling at the fact that I had done that, that I had made him come undone so completely.
With a shaky hand, I reached for the tissues on the nightstand and gently cleaned him up. Floris hummed in contentment, his eyes fluttering open to gaze at me with undisguised affection. My heart stuttered at the tenderness in his expression.
I tossed the soiled tissues in the general direction of the trash can and collapsed next to him on the bed, suddenly exhausted. Floris immediately gathered me into his arms, tucking my head beneath his chin as he stroked his fingers through my hair. I went willingly, relishing the skin-on-skin contact, the steady thump of his heartbeat under my cheek.
We lay there like that for a while, holding each other close as our breathing evened out and our heart rates returned to normal. I felt boneless and blissed out, like I could happily stay right here in this moment forever.
“That was amazing,” Floris murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re amazing.”
I huffed out a laugh, tilting my head back to look at him. “I’m not sure fumbling my way through a hand job qualifies as amazing, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Floris chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest under my ear. “Trust me, that was not fumbling. You’re a natural.”
I flushed at the praise, ducking my head to hide my pleased smile against his skin. “You’re funny.”
Floris’s smile was soft as he gazed down at me, his eyes shining with affection. “As long as we get to do this again, I’ll gladly have that argument whenever you want.”
A pleasant warmth bloomed inside me at his words. The idea that this wasn’t a one-time thing, that Floris wanted to continue exploring this new facet of our relationship, filled me with a giddy sort of joy. But for now, I was content to bask in theafterglow, to revel in the feeling of Floris’s arms around me, his skin against mine.
We lapsed into comfortable silence, Floris’s fingers tracing idle patterns on my back as I listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
“When we get back, I don’t want to be too much of a distraction,” Floris finally said. “Promise me you’ll tell me to back off if you need to.”
I smiled. “You mean you want me to employ some of that Dutch directness?”
“Yes. I don’t want you to get frustrated with me… or even angry because you feel I’m keeping you from your studies.”
He truly understood. Nothing he could’ve said could’ve made that clearer. He knew what my studies meant to me. “I will… but please don’t stop asking me to do things, okay? I need you to pull me out of my own head, away from my books.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Promise.”
I’d never registered that us being so different also meant we could give each other what we needed. He was the push I needed to try new things, and I was the one he could be himself with, let down his mask. Maybe we were a better fit than I’d ever realized.
My eyelids began to droop as the long day caught up with me. Our trip to the bayou, coupled with the physical exertion of our lovemaking, had drained me completely. I felt wrung out in the best possible way.
Sated and sleepy, I nuzzled deeper into Floris’s embrace, soaking in his warmth and scent. He smelled like sex and sweat and something uniquely him, a combination that I found intoxicating. I breathed him in, letting his presence soothe me, ground me.
