Page 56 of The Himbo and the Lord

With another quick kiss he jumps up, and starts gathering up the blankets and cushions.

“Can I help?’ I ask, rising. He fills my arms with the soft furnishings and hooks a now empty basket onto my fingers.

“Can you just put this in the building while I take down the screen? I’ll come back for it all tomorrow.” I don’t know who he’s borrowed the field from, but I send them a silent thanks as we stow everything away and he locks the door. Then he grabs my hand, and stopping only for one more kiss, we walk back to his car.

I’m thankful that Nate doesn’t live in the halls of residence. There are still so many old masters and tutors around the colleges that I’d have been bound to see someone I know. The area of the city he drives to is one I’m not that familiar with, and he directs me up to the apartment he’s renting.

Once inside I only get a brief look at his place before he spins me round and pulls me to him for a kiss. This time it is hot, and I cling on to his waist as I lose myself in him, letting his tongue explore me, and I chase his back for more.

“You know I’m not letting you out of this apartment until I’ve made love to you, don’t you?” he says as soon as our lips part.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I reply breathlessly, desperation for him showing in my voice.

As he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom, I realise he didn’t say sex or fuck, he said make love. My heart swells and I think what I confessed earlier might be true.

He tugs at my shirt, fumbling with the buttons. I help him, but as soon as there’s enough undone, I pull it off over my head and drop it onto the floor.

“Just as I remember,” he says, running his fingers down my chest. He reaches my jeans. “Now take these off. I wanna see you naked.”

I quickly undress while he does the same. He’s still gorgeous, even more so if that’s possible. Maybe a bit more tanned. I’m not. I spend half my time indoors, dressed in a suit.

“You look like you’ve spent your life poolside,” I say. I could never look like that.

“Hey.” Nate cups my cheek and makes me look at him. “I love your creamy skin; it’s beautiful. And I love the colour it goes when you blush.”

Oh! And of course my cheeks heat up at his words, and he chuckles, bending down to kiss my shoulder.

“And mylord, I love watching you come, which I intend to do over and over.” He kisses down my chest, sinking to his knees when he can’t bend over any further. He teases kisses across my stomach and nibbles at my hip before licking a line down my groin. My cock, desperate for attention while he’s teasing me, is leaking precum. It almost hurts, and I reach for it to seek some relief. Nate gets there first and I jerk as he takes the head into his mouth. The relief is bliss, and I enjoy it for a second before he keeps going and takes the rest of me into his mouth. He works his tongue on me and it doesn’t take long before I can’t take any more.

“Nate, I’m gonna come,” I whine and try to pull away, but he grabs my arse and holds me tight, kneading my cheeks and spreading them in time with the rhythm of his mouth. He keeps his lips clamped round me as I come, and only when I stop shuddering does he slip off me.

He looks up at me. “I said over and over, mylord.”

He stands and I grab the back of his neck, needing to kiss him, wanting to taste myself on him. He opens up for me and I deepen the kiss.

“Now lie down on the bed,” he says, while he finds some lube and condoms. He kneels between my legs and looks down at me.

“So beautiful.”

I sigh as I feel his finger trace round my hole. He goes slowly and I wriggle, trying to get him to enter me.

“Sshh, sshh,” he whispers, and places a hand on my belly to still me. Then, keeping his gorgeous green eyes on mine, he pushes in, and pleasure blooms through me. I tip my head back and groan.

“Isn’t it better with a little anticipation?” he murmurs as he goes back to teasing round my pucker, only occasionally thrusting into me every few times he circles. It’s exquisite, but I’m desperate for more.

“Nate, please,” I whine, and he softly kisses down my thighs, torturing me some more before adding a second finger.

“If you keep this up I’m going to come again before you’ve got your dick anywhere near me, and I do want your dick, darling. I want to feel you fill me up.”

That seems to do the trick as he takes less time before he adds a third finger, and even less before he removes his fingers altogether and sits back and tears open the condom packet. He applies more lube and then I feel him line himself up. He breaches me slowly and I lift my hips slightly.

“All the way, Nate,” I tell him, and smile in contentment as he fills me completely. He leans down and rests his forearms on either side of my head. I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to move, each thrust punctuated with a kiss on my lips, a nibble on my jaw, a lick to my throat. I capture the back of his head, and hold him down so I can kiss him properly as he rolls his hips over and over again. It’s perfect, he’s perfect, and I can feel my balls draw up. My orgasm washes over me and he keeps going, rolling in that perfect rhythm until I feel him give a final thrust. He stops moving his hips but deepens the kiss, unwilling for us to part just yet. Breathlessly he pulls back and slips his softening cock out of me. I’m boneless and can’t move as he cleans us up. He curls round me and I feel like I never want to move from his arms.

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I blinkawake from one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had and look round the unfamiliar room. Last night comes back to me in a rush—the date, the sex, and sleeping with Nate. It’s wonderful but this can’t be my life, can it?

I turn over and notice I’m alone. Nate’s not in bed. I start to rise but then the door opens and he appears... naked. His hair’s wet like he’s just taken a shower.

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