Coda Books 04 - Strawberries for Dessert (MM)

let my hand wander up his side and heard him catch his breath. I traced his ear with my tongue. I kept my touch light as I slowly moved my hand up to his nipples. I caressed them for just a moment—until he moaned a little, grinding himself against me—then I moved my fingers back down, back over his hip. I slid my hand underneath him. That was another part of him that felt perfect in my hands, and I pulled him tighter against me and heard him whimper a little in response. “Still no requests?” I asked him.
    He opened his eyes and looked up at me, and I froze. What I saw there worried me. He looked afraid.
    “Is everything okay?” I asked, suddenly serious.
    “Yes,” he said, although his voice shook.
    “Do you want me to untie you?”
    He shook his head, just barely. “No.”
    “I will,” I said, and started to reach for the tie, but he tightened his legs around me.
    “No,” he whispered. “I want you to kiss me.” I hesitated, still wondering what had caused that look of trepidation in his eyes.
    “Please,” he said. “Like last time.”
    For better or worse, I couldn’t find it in me to argue. I loved kissing him. Ever since that day on the floor of his living room, I couldn’t get enough of it. I did as he asked, slowly teasing each of his lips, alternately sucking on them and kissing him gently. Like before, I spent a long time doing only that while we ground against each other.
    The effect it had on him was undeniable. By the time I worked around his mouth, his lips were red and swollen, and he was arching against me, making sounds that were driving me wild. Just rubbing against him as I kissed him and hearing his breathless cries had me close to orgasm far too soon.
    I started to move down, thinking I would use my mouth to bring him off, but he tightened his legs around me. “No,” he said. “Not that way.”
    “Okay.” I leaned down to kiss his neck some more. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” I whispered in his ear.
    “I don’t care,” he said, “as long as you’re here.” And by “here,” I knew he meant as long as I was in a position to keep kissing him.
    I didn’t want to move on to anal sex. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy sex with him. I most definitely did. But with him, sex was generally just sex. It rarely felt intimate. I wanted this to be different. I reached into the drawer by the bed and found the lube. Unfortunately, that presented me with a bit of a problem. I didn’t want to break contact with him to do this. I felt like I would somehow lose something if I did.
    I wanted to keep him how he was now, allowing me to touch him and explore him, rather than pushing me right to sex. I did my best to keep kissing his neck and his lips as I used one hand on the tube. I was ridiculously grateful that it had a flip top and not a screw cap, and I finally managed to squeeze some out onto my fingers, although I somehow got it all over his hip in the process.
    “What in the world are you doing?” he asked in breathless exasperation, and I laughed.
    “Just wait,” I said. I went back to kissing him, nibbling on his lips. His moans were louder now, his legs tight around my hips as he ground harder against me. “Let go of me,” I said quietly, and he made a hissing sound.
    “No.”
    I kissed him again. “Yes.”
    He moaned, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the mixture of arousal and frustration I could hear in that one small sound. But he let go.
    “Good,” I whispered. I was still between his legs, but instead of having them around me, they were spread wide with his knees bent and his feet on the bed. I pushed one leg down so that it was flat on the bed and moved so that it was trapped between my legs. That was completely self-serving. It allowed me to grind my own aching erection against his thigh as I kissed him. Then, I put my slick fingers against his entrance and pushed gently.
    He moaned, and his eyes drifted closed. I kissed his neck as I teased him, rubbing my finger in small circles around his rim. And then slowly, very slowly, I pushed into him. He gasped, arching against me.
    “Oh my God,” he moaned, and I pushed in a little further. He started panting hard, pulling against the tie that bound his wrists, pushing toward my hand. He was too far gone to kiss me anymore, and I went back to nibbling at his red, swollen lips.
    “Like this,” I told him quietly as I pushed further, moving slowly in and out of him, massaging his tight shaft. “I