Page 73 of Notorious

I’m going to kiss his mouth before I kiss his cock, even though his cock is right there, waiting to be sucked. I straddle him, cradle his chin, and kiss him softly.

Kurt deserves some sweetness. He deserves to have things not be so difficult all the time. He deserves to be treated with affection. I can bring the heat, but I think Kurt may need something more. Something different.

One kiss morphs into another and another, neither of us wanting to stop. I’m holding his face in gentle fingers, but he’s now tugging my ass to him.

And my skin feels tingly in a way it hasn’t in a long time. My heartbeat’s quickening, and my pulse is in my throat—in a good way. It feels this way when I hear a beautiful song or see a horse galloping, strong and free.

When I’m moved.

I almost sob—I’m finally feeling a big emotion other than sadness. Kurt’s kisses are affecting me in a way I didn’t expect, and I can’t complain about it at all.

His cock’s hard between us, and as a connoisseur, I can attest that while it’s not the biggest, it’s truly lovely. A bit of a curve, which I think is mighty fine. It’s sticking straight out from him like a javelin buried in the ground.

I run my fingers down his throat. “Want me?” I murmur against his lips.

“Yeah.” His voice sounds husky.

“Good.”

I suck on his lower lip. “Look how beautiful you are, baby. Damn.”

Kurt blushes. How often does he hear praise? And more importantly, how often does he get attacked? By his political opponents, by members of the public who don’t understand what a treasure he is, how lucky they are that he’d even consider working on their behalf.

I trace a hand down Kurt’s bare chest. He’s got a dusting of hair across his pecs, and I scratch my nails through it, then down to his happy trail.

He rumbles like a purring cat, relaxing his arms by his sides and exposing his whole body for my exploration. I’m enjoying this: lazy, naked, get-to-know-you time.

I linger on his arms, letting my fingers trail up and down, up and down, watching as the fine hairs rise and stand on end.

His eyes are closed, but he smiles. “That feels so good,” he slurs. He reaches out for me, but I tsk.

“Let me,” I say. And he obeys, putting his hand back on the bed. “Good boy,” I whisper, and his cheeks flush.

Interesting.

“Do you know how handsome you are?” I continue, playing with my theory that he likes to be praised. My lips follow the pattern my fingers began. Kissing his upper bicep, then down, into the inside of his elbow, along his forearm. When I get to his palm, I drop an open-mouthed kiss there, then take his thumb into my mouth.

His cock is stiff against my thigh. I suck hard on his thumb, then draw back and do the same thing to his index finger.

Kurt moans. “Fuck, that feels good. Why does that feel so good?”

I’m busy sucking on his middle finger now, so my answer’s a shrug. I move so one of my legs is between his and his cock is pressing against my hip bone. I keep going, sucking on his ring finger. I pause for a moment to spin the ring on that finger with my other hand, then keep going to his pinkie.

“It’s like you’re giving me five blow jobs,” he whines.

“Are you complaining?” I say, my voice guttural.

“Absolutely not.” Kurt arches into me, and I take pity on him, stroking his cock, using his precome to smooth the way.

“Fuck,” he moans again. “Please. More.”

“Be patient, like the good boy you are.” I watch for his reaction, and yes, he stills, letting me have his body as a playground. I smile against his collarbone as I kiss my way across his chest, aiming for his other arm.

He reaches a tentative hand up to stroke my side, and I let him. Damn, this is so sensual. It’s slow, patient, attentive. I kiss the pulse point under his neck, then kiss down his arm, repeating what I did on his other side, including sucking his fingers one by one.

When he’s wriggling under me, I push his legs farther apart and settle between them, then continue my slow torture down his torso. I linger on each nipple, licking and sucking until he’s groaning with every breath.

Then I kiss down the middle, and when I finally, finally get to his cock, I dart out my tongue to taste his precome. He shudders, and that does something to me. Because he’s not acting. He’s not exaggerating his responses for the camera.

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