Page 64 of Marcello
“Did you change your mind?” he asked.
“Change my mind how?”
“You…” He pointed to his head, then to my front, and then to himself. “You sent me an image. I want to do that. Fuck, Marcello, I’ve been more than ready for you to fuck me sideways for two weeks, but we haven’t. Is it because of the babies?”
I tilted my head to the side. “You know I very much desire you.”
“Then get undressed and sit so I can sit naked on your lap and we can eat dinner. I need to feel you inside me.” Abel pushed down his pants, and I discovered that he had on the sexiest pair of undergarments.
“Wait,” I said when he slid his thumbs into the waistband. “What are those, and where did they come from?” I tried to look behind my beloved, but it was no use. I couldn’t see his ass, andthat just wouldn’t do. “Turn around.” I gasped when he did. He was completely bare back there, and I bit my lip when he turned to face me again. “Those stay on.”
Abel grinned. “Okay. But you’re still dressed. Am I going to sit on your lap with you dressed like that? You know what happens when I get turned on.”
Yes, I very much did. His body started producing slick, and it would certainly get all over the front of my slacks. I really liked this pair because they fit so perfectly, so I undid the fastener and zipper and then let them drop to the floor. I was wearing a pair of thin briefs, and they joined the slacks. My shirt came up and went over my head, and I stepped out of my bottoms and dropped the shirt on top of them before I sat at the table.
Abel did a little shimmy as he walked over and sat on my lap. I pulled him close, my hands immediately roaming over his smooth, warm skin.
“I missed touching you like this,” I told him.
Abel leaned his head back against my shoulder and sighed. “I missed this too. I’m no longer interested in eating, despite the fact that I know those burgers are going to be amazing.”
I chuckled before I nipped at his shoulder. Abel moaned louder, but there was no way I was going to rush things. It had been too long since I’d been intimate with my beloved in this way, and I was going to enjoy the next few hours while the twins were asleep in the other room.
I kissed his shoulder and patted his sides. “You should eat your burger. You are going to need the energy.”
Abel grunted in frustration but reached for his plate and pulled it closer. I picked up a french fry and held it out for my beloved. He opened his mouth and did a little happy wiggle on my lap. It was going to be a long and probably painful-for-my-dick meal, but it was certainly going to be worth it.
I took the next fry, and although they weren’t necessarily my favorite, I could agree that they were tasteful. I decided to leave the fries for Abel and reached for the burger. I offered my beloved a bite first, and while he was chewing, I took one for myself. I bit back a moan when the little minx started wiggling his ass on my lap. Two could certainly play at that game, and if he wanted me to be inside him that much, I was going to let him get his way. Eventually.
I kissed his shoulder while Abel took another bite of his burger, and when I came close to his claiming bite, I took a little nibble. I didn’t break the skin, but I used enough teeth to let him know I was onto what he was doing and he was going to pay for his games.
“Mio angelo, I am going to paddle your perfect ass if you keep wiggling on my dick like that.” Immediately, he froze. I could sense Abel’s internal war. We’d not done any sort of play that way, and I certainly wasn’t against it if that was what he wanted, but I was more of the boss-him-around-and-make-him-beg kind of man when it came to sexual satisfaction.
“Now I’m really torn.”
I fought to keep from laughing at that comment. “Are you wanting some sort of impact play in our bedroom activities?”
“Not really. I’m not that bit into pain. But I know if you spank me, then you’re going to be near my ass, obviously, and then maybe I can entice you to stick your dick in it.”
I chuckled. “Trust me, my dick is going to end up in you at least once tonight.”
I reached for the burger again, and after taking another bite, I set it back down. Abel could like his burgers and fries, but these just weren’t for me. Perhaps it was what was on them? Or maybe it was more the thought of being buried in my beloved. I pushed the plate away and gently lifted Abel enough that I could rescue my cock, which was pointed downward in a painful way.I sighed in relief when it was moved upward, and of course, I teased Abel a little with the head, but I wanted him to eat more than anything, so I pulled it toward my stomach and then slid him back against it.
“You are such a tease,” Abel said.
“I can be, but you know I’ll follow through, and you’re going to have an explosive time. I promise we will certainly move things to the bed just as soon as you have half of your burger gone.”
That was all it took for Abel to get serious about eating. He took several bites, doing a somewhat innocent happy dance in between bites while he chewed. He quickly picked up on the fact that I wasn’t joining him in our meal though.
“What about you?” Abel asked. “You’re not eating.”
I kissed his shoulder while my hands moved up and down his body, always avoiding his cock, which was trapped behind the blue fabric of his tiny briefs.
“I’ll eat something a little later. The burger is not necessarily something I find appealing.”
Abel looked at me with a serious expression on his face. “Really? You don’t like it?”
I shrugged. “It’s a bit heavy. I know that doesn’t necessarily make too much sense. I do love a good steak, but the cheeseburger just isn’t something I’m finding tasteful.”
