Page 98 of Choosing Hope
“I’m just about to invest in a sex club,” he bobs his shoulders flippantly. “It would be a shame not to benefit from the outlay.”
His playful wink makes me smile but he quickly becomes serious again.
“I can’t promise not to fuck women. But I’ll never touch another man, and you know there’s no risk of a relationship from any of the women I spend time with.”
Carlo lifts his hand, and my body tenses, anticipating his caress and more than ready for it. But he disappoints me by not touching me where I need him most. Instead, he runs his fingertips delicately along my jaw, as if he’s blind and remembering the way I feel through touch.
On autopilot, I raise my chin slightly, allowing him to explore.
“I’m not good with words, so I’ll show you how I feel,” Carlo’s quiet voice mumbles.
His face moves toward mine but rather than kissing my lips, as I hoped he would, at the last moment his lips and tongue followed the path mapped out by his fingers. Wherever they go, his mouth follows. When his hot lips touch the side of my throat, I groan with delight, enjoying his unfamiliar gentle affection.
Being adored by him is amazing, but my cock is craving attention, and his slow movements are not making it any better.
After several minutes of enjoying his mouths exploration of my neck and shoulders, he moves lower, sucking and nibbling my nipple. This experience is new, as if he’s worshiping me.
My whole body is tense as my eyelids droop closed. I try to absorb the sensations he’s creating, so that I can absorb them into my soul, allowing him to chart a new connection between us and trusting him to take whatever he wants from my body.
With my sight restricted, I don’t notice him moving to my back, until his fingertips trace down my spine, as if he’s examining each vertebra and kissing them. The further south he travels the more he’s building my desires.
By the time he reaches my lower back, I’m vibrating with need. I can’t wait another second. I surround my aching dick with my hand, tugging it and groaning.
“Fuck, Carlo.”
He slaps my bare butt sharply. It stings and as the tingles disburse, they intensify my desires, and by now I’m so lost to him, he could do anything to me. I’m his.
“Listen to your heart. Is there shame in this?” he murmurs.
“No,” I groan.
With his mouth pressed into the small of my back, I feel his lips curl into a smile.
Ready to move us to the next stage of his seduction, he pushes my joggers the rest of the way down my legs, holding them as I step out. I watch him lay them on the counter and suspect I know what he’s planning.
With his hands on my hips, he guides me backward.
“Lay chest down on the counter,” he commands.
I comply without hesitation, desperate for any attention, he’s willing to give me.
Carlo kneels behind me, parting my buttocks and exposing my untouched anus. He traces his tongue down my cleft, and as the air meets the moisture, it makes me shiver as he deposits a thick moist trail between my cheeks.
His tongue slowly circles the hole that I know has held his fascination for years. Carlo yearns to experience the sensation of pushing inside me but he’s never asked, knowing the concept will push me too far.
With his tongue flat, he laps at my most private area, his attention making me pant. My entire body is solid as a rock; I’m so tense, yet in a total state of bliss. I don’t want to cum yet, hoping this experience will never end, but my efforts to hold on make me tremble more.
“Let go, Compagno, I won’t stop. I’ve got years to make up for,” he promises.
The moment he finishes speaking, he buries his mouth back into me, forcing the tip of his tongue inside. His act is dirty, forbidden, and so fucking good.
Unable to hold back any longer, I give my body permission to respond as it wishes.
I gasp, gripping the counter I’m leaning on for stability, and push my butt back, intending to intensify my experience on his tongue but find his finger instead.
His thick digit passes through my ring. Initially, the intrusion shocks me, but as it slides deeper, the strength of the erotic sensations he’s generating becomes impossible to ignore. His other hand reaches around me, turning me by the cock, I pivot my hips allowing him to guide me into his mouth. The wet heat finishes me.
“Ah, Carlo,” I groan.
