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Then our fire calms as we gaze into each other’s eyes, as if startled by what we’ve just kindled together. More slowly, he presses his lips to my neck, then to my chest, where he cherishes me like some precious thing. I run my hands up and down his soft back, savoring every moment, taking my time.

His wet tongue drags over my nipple, where he starts to get especially playful and teasing.

I squirm, then let out a happy sigh.

His hand slides up the side of my body, then my neck, and across my cheek, where his fingers tangle themselves in my hair. As he runs his hand through it, I can’t help but be reminded of a night when that very action drove me wild. I think he must be reminded of it, too, because he looks up at me and smiles with a playful twinkle in his eye.

Something comes over me. “Danny, we don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to,” I tell him. “We can just hang out. We can just chill, take the night to relax, or—”

“I don’t want to chill. I don’t want to relax.” He rises from my chest and climbs back up to my face, as if to get a better look at me through the darkness. “I just want you.”

“I want you, too, but …” I let out a sudden chuckle. “I just want to be sure. You obviously weren’t expecting me, since I don’t see a ‘mood-setter lamp’ left on, or—”

“Well, well, someone’s learned from a master,” he teases. “But you’re not just some date I was hoping to take home and impress.”

“I’m not?”

“No.” He meets my eyes. “You’re more.”

I part my lips, unsure what to make of that.

When he kisses me again, I forget everything. We roll over on the bed, and it’s now me who straddles him as our kissing intensifies. I explore his body with my lips now, and with each kiss to his skin, I show him how much I revere him. He’s a treasure who deserves to be coveted. I feel his hands in my hair as I work my way down to his beautiful, perfect cock, which throbs and flexes in its urgency. Each time my lips touch him, I fall deeper and deeper under his spell.

I have imagined time and time again what this moment might feel like. Nothing can possibly have hoped to compare to the real thing. Being intimate with Danny. Tasting his skin. Feeling his warmth against my face.

It’s like fucking poetry when I run my tongue up the soft, smooth and supple flesh of his cock, and he moans out with surprise. I reach the firm reddened tip, then lick my way right back down, stroking him in slow motion with my tongue. I can’t help but to relish every single second we have tonight.

It’s making him lose his mind.

Fuck, I love this too much.

My mouth opens. I let in the tip, close my lips, then tease his firm, mushroom head with my tongue. It must drive him crazy, that agonizingly subtle stimulation of just the head of his cock—not quite enough, and yet far too much. He squirms against me as his fingers curl in my hair, desperate for me to take the rest of him.

And after far too long spent worshipping the tip, when I do finally open my mouth and swallow another inch of him, his sighs become vocal. Danny can’t contain himself a second longer. Neither can I. My mouth descends further, taking him all in, all the way down to the base. His cock fills my mouth and inches down my throat as I suck him deeply.

No amount of restraint can possibly hope to contain our appetites now. We’ve waited far too long to taste each other. We’ve had too many dreams. Too many lonely nights. Too many wasted hours spent wondering what it would feel like to finally be alone in one another’s arms. Even our clothes were a wall between us.

Not anymore.

I lift my mouth off of his cock, give it a few more teasing licks across the head like my favorite lollipop, then eye him. “Has anyone told you that you have the most beautiful dick? It’s the perfect size, the perfect shape …”

“I want you … in …”

I lift an eyebrow. “What was that?” Then I crawl back up, bringing my face to his. “You want me … how?”

He stares at me, out of breath. Then he takes hold of my face suddenly, paves a path of hungry kisses to my ear, where he takes the cutest nip and whispers, “I want you … inside of me, Rome.”

Those just became my favorite words. “You do?”

“Please. I can’t stand another second of foreplay. I want you inside of me.”

I can barely contain my smile of delight. “That, I can do.”