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“Really?” he asks shyly.
I nod firmly. “Really. In the interests of being completely honest I have to say that I’ve never loved anyone before, so I’m absolutely convinced that I’ll fuck it up.”
He shakes his head. “So what? We’ll just mend it again. Oh God, I love you so much.”
He bends his head and takes my mouth with a deep groan, and the tenderness is submerged under a flood of intense passion.
The water pours down over us, encasing us in heat and steam, and I drag my mouth away from his to pull in a breath before quickly going back to his lips. I groan in protest as he pulls his lips away but smile when he drops to his knees.
“Okay down there, old timer?” I say, and he grins up at me.
“I’m going to take my teeth out and blow your mind, you young whippersnapper.”
I laugh. “Promises, promises.”
My laughter dies away to a gasp as he licks a broad stripe up my dick. The rough rasp of his tongue makes my eyes cross and I groan.
“Look at me,” he mutters, and when I turn my eyes down he holds my gaze and takes me slowly inside his mouth.
“Oh shit,” I groan as he starts to suck. The hot, wet tunnel my dick is enclosed in is like heaven. Silas has many talents, but sucking dick should be right up there at the top. He throws himself into it with all the enthusiasm that he shows in life, and the fact that it turns him on so much is an added bonus. The other week he gave me a blow job and was so turned on that he came hands free, shooting all over the floor.
He sucks hard, the pulling motion seeming to want to tug the come from my balls. I look down at him through the steam of the shower and all my feelings seem to gather into a hot ball inside my chest.
“I love you,” I groan, and he looks up, droplets of water spangling on his eyelashes and clumping them together like little starfish.
His eyes soften from their lustful gaze and he releases my cock from its home in his throat and stands up.
“I love you too,” he whispers, kissing me and sharing the tang of my pre-come. “Turn around, Pika,” he urges, and I steal another kiss before obeying his hands, moving out of the direct flow of the shower and turning to face the tiled wall. I stick my arse out and I feel his hands come down to cup and caress my buttocks.
“Such a gorgeous arse,” he says in a low, guttural whisper. He separates my cheeks and stands back to direct the shower stream to cascade over the inside. I shout out as the hot water caresses my opening. “And look at that pretty hole,” he murmurs. He moves back behind me. “I’m going to put my cock in there and see it stretch around me. But first I need a taste ofit. I haven’t had the taste of your arse on my tongue since this morning.”
I moan at the sound of his dirty words muttered in that pure, clear accent.
He chuckles and kisses between my shoulder blades. I screw my eyes closed and bend over, resting my head against the cool tiles as his kisses lead slowly down my spine before flaring out to scatter butterfly kisses over my buttocks.
I groan and, reaching back, I use my hands to spread my cheeks. “Silas, please.”
“What do you need, darling?” He kneads my backside. “You can have anything you want. I will do anything and be anything you need. Complete honesty.”
I twist my head to look down at him. “While that sounds incredibly deviant, all I really want you to do at the moment is stick your tongue in my arse.”
He grins impishly up at me, his hair wet and swept back from that elegant face and his eyes shining almost catlike in the steamy light.
“Your wish is my command,” he says deeply, and I shudder. “Hold yourself open for me.” He looks up. “If your hands let go, I’ll stop.”
I spread myself wider, feeling my hole stretch, and cry out in pleasured agony when his tongue slips slowly over the surface of my hole, flitting back and forth in delicate catlike licks.
“Oh God,” I groan. “So fucking good.” He puts his lips over the hole and starts to alternatively suckle it and send his tongue inside my body. The shower fills with the sounds of his slurps and groans over the noise of the running water and I rub my face against the tile and moan pitifully.
I’m still holding my cheeks open and my cock is throbbing almost painfully. All I want to do is send my hand down and touch myself but I don’t. I’ve learnt that he keeps his word andif he says he’ll stop, then he will. He’s done it before and left me with a hard-on for three hours.
I rut back against his face, feeling the scratch of his beard which is an intense blend of pleasure and almost pain against the sensitive skin of my arse. He rewards me by licking enthusiastically, groaning under his breath, and when I twist my head round and open my eyes I grunt at the sight of him on his knees with his cock in his furiously moving hand.
“Oh God,” I whisper. “Mo mhuirnín dílis.I need you inside me. I want you so bad.”
He must be nearing the end as well because he stands up quickly, reaching for the lube and starting to open me up. I twist back on his fingers, crying out as they rub me inside, setting up this heated ache in my passage. I reach back and grab his hand when he goes to add a third.
“No,” I mutter. “I’m ready. I need you inside me now.”
