Page 43 of How To Summon A Memory
“You look good enough to eat.” I lick his cheek.
“Please, can I taste you?” He pleads with his eyes as he slides back to his knees.
His hands slide up my thighs, making me shiver. I grip his hair, not wanting him to start too fast. His tongue darts out to my tip.
“Do you feel stronger now that we’re bonded?” He distracts me before licking at my crown.
“My magic’s stronger, for sure,” I croak out. “But you always make me feel strong, Ethan.”
He stops his ministrations on my cock. “You always make me feel strong, too. Like I can fly, but I don’t even have wings.” He drags a hand over my cock and we shuffle to the bed where I drop on the edge and he settles between my legs.
“You look so pretty on your knees.” I don’t know why I say the words.
“Shhh, let me thank you for saving my life.”
I tip his head up. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Then let’s enjoy our first sexual experience together.” He kisses me again before focusing on my cock once more. The little kitten licks along my shaft, curls my toes. Somehow, he knows exactly what I need and when to let off. I’m lost in his touches and happy little moans and sighs. He works both hands, edging me over and over until finally… “Come for me, Wick.”
The words don’t even finish leaving his lips and I’m already coming down his throat. He swallows what he can, but the rest lands on his face and chest. Cum drips from his chin by the time I’m finished.
I use my thumb to wipe his left eye clean, and he grins up at me.
“That was fucking hot.” His tongue darks across his lips and he pushes cum from his chin to his mouth. He still grips my cock, pumping until I’m too sensitive and I stop his hands. My breathing’s harsh when I realize he came, too.
“Come here.” I kiss him until he’s putty and pick him up in a bridal carry. “Let’s get washed up.”
I carry him to the ensuite bathroom and settle him into the shower. I’ve showered here on a few occasions and know it’s big enough for both of us. I grab a fresh wash rag while he adjusts the water.
I slide in behind him and he leans into me.
“I’m going to take you on dates. Whatever you want, Ethan. We’ll fall in love with each other all over again.” I lather the wash rag with soap and rub it gently over his body, being as thorough as possible. “We won’t have to rely on memories. On the old us. We’ll make new memories that’ll last forever.” I kiss the back of his head before scrubbing his hair with shampoo.
“That sounds perfect.” He sighs as I rinse his hair.
We stand like this, with him in my arms and warm water running over us. My cock starts to rally at his little squirms. Herubs his ass against me when I snake my arm under his to take his cock in hand.
“Let me take care of you, Ethan. Just relax.”
His hand hooks around the back of my neck the moment I slide my hand down his cock.
“I’mnotgoing to last.”
“Don’t think about lasting, just enjoy.” I thrust against his crack. “Hands on the wall.”
Ethan scrambles to follow my directions and he sticks his ass out. I spread his cheeks, not able to help myself from tasting him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Ethan strokes himself while I lave at his hole. I slurp and suck, needing to bring him as much pleasure as possible. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.” His hand goes faster. A strangled moan escapes his lips when he paints the wall of the shower with cum. “I don’t think I can walk.”
“I’ll carry you.” I rinse down the shower and hose him off before hauling him over my shoulder, being careful of my horns.
Ethan squeals and we’re making a big puddle mess, but we’ll clean it up. I deposit him on the sink and grab a fluffy clean towel. He yawns when I pat his face.
“Should get you back to bed.” I pat the rest of him down before scrubbing the towel over his head.
“I’m fine.”
“Ethan.”
