Page 16 of Little Saint Nautilus

“See…getting off isn’t always just about the deed itself. Sometimes, it’s about the build-up, too. About spendingtime together and learning what your partner likes. There is so much more to it than simply relieving the tension.”

“Yes. More. Can I touch you, too, Cory, please?”

“Yes. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

Our mouths met again, and I felt his hand slide over my hip. His touch was electric, hesitant at first, but then he gripped my side, and I hummed into him. We were all hands and tongues, and it felt amazing. He felt amazing. My cock ached, but I ignored it for now, wanting to savor his pleasure.

My fingers brushed beneath his belly button, and I felt his cock jump, his head brushing against my hand, leaving a streak of wetness behind. He let out a squeak in surprise, one that I swallowed.

Where there would normally be a nest of curls, he was smooth and soft, and it was strangely exciting. I traced around the base of his cock, making him moan in desperation as his hips thrust, trying to get my attention.

I lifted my head up to look at him, loving how glazed over his brown eyes seemed. “Do you want me to continue?”

“I think if you don’t, I might die.”

I snorted and kissed his nose again. “I can’t have that.”

Wrapping my hand around his cock, Nemo grabbed my shoulder tight, and his body went tense. “Oh! Oh my! That feels much different from my own hand.”

My lips quirked to the side in amusement. “Good different or bad different?”

“Good, so good. I feel like I’m going to rip apart.” His airy words came in a panicked tone.

“Hang in there, just a little longer.” I kissed him again and slowly stroked up his shaft. He drew in a deep breath and clung to me as if I was the only thing keeping him afloat. Again, I pumped up and down. Nemo was so hard, I knew he was riding the edge and about to tip over it. His reaction and feeling him in my hand was pushing me right along with him. I rolled my hips toward him until my cock rubbed against his hip.

I no longer kissed him and simply watched his face contort with pleasure, loving all the sounds that huffed from him. Another couple strokes, and he erupted in my hand, coating us both in his release.

Nemo’s body was stiff, and his mouth hung open in an O as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath.

“Shh. It’s okay. Just breathe. You’re okay.” I pumped my hand slowly once more before releasing my grip on him. I was nearly there myself, but right now I was too enraptured by the beauty at my side, looking so completely and beautifully mind-blown and blitzed out. His mouth relaxed, and I pressed a soft kiss on it.

Sliding my leg off his, I laid down beside him, taking in the view. Absolutely breathtaking. Nemo let out a long sigh before turning to face me and sliding his body closerto mine. He wore a half-smile on his face and his eyelids looked heavy, bliss taking him over.

“Are you glad we prolonged it?”

“Mmm.” He nuzzled his head closer, tucking it beneath my chin. “Yes. It was far better than when I do it myself. I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Yes. There’s a lot more to try, too. But not now. Now you can just rest.”

I tucked an arm under his neck and held him to me. “I want to make you feel like that, too, Cory.”

“Don’t worry about me. Bringing you pleasure was very enjoyable. Happy Name Day, Nemo.” I kissed the top of his head.

“Thank you for naming me.” He let out a yawn. When he spoke again, his words came out in a hushed tone, and I could practically feel his smile against my throat. “I’m so lucky to have such a caring mate.”

I felt his body relax against mine and his breathing slow. We were both sticky, but I didn’t care. We could clean up later. Right now, I couldn’t imagine anything greater in the world than holding him in my arms and how perfect he felt. Now that I had him, I never wanted to let go.

The times I had played with this body had left me satisfied for a while, but waking in Cory’s arms, smelling him, smelling me, it had my body aching anew all over again. I pushed myself against him, rutting my hard length into his side. The need to be close to him was as overwhelming as it was thrilling. I needed him.Needed. My life depended on it.

Cory stretched and squeezed me to him as a sleepy laugh sounded. “I guess you’re awake, then, huh?”

“Yes.Everythingis awake. You make every cell in my body spark to life.”

He faced me and the most beautiful smile stretched on his lips. Seeing his scruffy blond hair on his face, my hand went to my own cheek, which had been rubbed raw by him before we slept. The scratching sensation was exhilarating. Nearly as much as his tongue inmy mouth or his hand on my dick. Deciding I needed to feel it again, I pushed up on my elbows and leaned over him. His lips parted with anticipation, but instead of kissing them, I rubbed my cheek against his, loving the sound and feel of it.

He chuckled. “What are you doing?”

I did it again. “Your facial hair is exciting. I like it scratching my skin.”

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