Releasing his lover’s c**k, Daryl rubbed his way back up Mitch’s stomach. “Let’s try something,” he proposed. Before Mitch could comment, Daryl pulled the eye mask back into place.
Mitch’s hands fluttered to his face. “Why?”
“It’ll heighten your senses,” Daryl said. He leaned down and gently, oh so gently, touched his lips to Mitch’s. When Mitch opened his mouth, though, Daryl pulled out of reach. The moment Mitch closed his lips, Daryl kissed him again, just as tenderly. This time he licked his tongue over Mitch’s mouth, outlining it. Then he caught Mitch’s lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently.
Mitch curled his hands into fists in the sheet. “This is maddening,” he growled.
“You’re enjoying it,” Daryl said. And, from the erect pole tenting the sheet at Mitch’s crotch, it was
